If I could pop back in time
for a ringside seat at the big
Roe vs. Wade match, I'd be
screaming from the aisles!
"Don't do it! Rule of law.
what's done Supreme
can be undone Supreme,"
- I'd be tackled. Shut up.
They'd probably do me
on a Supreme contempt
beef. Fair.
Then,
when they
found out about
the time travel - come on.
People in the nineteen
hundred seventies?
Same apes as you. Me,
too - it would be ignorant
to presume them so
fucking dumbass they
couldn't
spot me
by a dozen tells. I'd be
caught up
in a top notch
black ops lab a mile
beneath or into a mountain,
or some such, strapped
to a table.
Getting dissected
which was just
my whole plan,
all along, my
man.
Kind of.
More or less.
Anyway: wing it.
I say wing it. All
for the best.
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