Let Me Clear My Throat

I told you he’d lead to our destruction.

You didn’t believe me—but I was right.

I saw him sitting there waiting, his 40 eyes staring down @ us with his tusked maw wide open, ready to devour the cereal o’ our city in 1 megatomic crunch, our milky blood dribbling down his fuzzy chin. I told you all—but you didn’t listen, & now we’re all dead.

O, sure: blame the messenger.

It doesn’t matter whether ’twas the monster or the nukes I sent all o’er the world that obliterated the human race.

The point is, I was right.


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