He was wide awake, <br />sober <br />and fully in control <br />of all his faculties. <br />It was the glimpse <br />and nothing more <br />of vile and foul decay <br />which swallowed him <br />just as he raised his glass <br />of well aged bourbon <br />to toast his country <br />and those fickle folks <br />who would not pardon him <br />due to the falseness <br />and confusion of <br />the State's priorities. <br /> <br />A common criminal <br />he had been judged, <br />by men so far inferior, <br />what was the deal, he asked <br />a simple look and see <br />inside a safe, for documents <br />filled with those goddamned lies <br />that would, if left, destroy <br />the oval office and the man. <br /> <br />The day the CEO had stopped <br />and left the bottle of his finest, <br />Dilantin, a thousand pills in all <br />he reached inside the mahogany desk <br />and toasted his new medicine, <br />with Early Times, <br />designed to clear his mind <br />of melancholy thoughts <br />and save his goddamned hide. <br /> <br />Note: Nixon was addicted to the <br />antiepileptic drug Dilantin, <br />supplied to him frequently by <br />Jack Dreyfus, manufacturer of the drug.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tricky-dick-1913-1994/
