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