Disjointed: the cliché poem (celebrating 48 years since Nixon Resigned)
There’s no present like the time—
the time to be, the time to do to.
Better sorry than locked in a safe,
all nowhere, and dressed up to go.
When the eye of the beholder is beauty,
we naturally think of Richard Milhaus Nixon:
“When the going gets tough
the tough get phlebitis.”
We all recall the Nixon fall,
after our long, long winter.
“Cliché’s R Us” said the sign
on his campaign bus.
But we showed him the Gate,
even though it was too late—
for the world was already crumbling,
and medicine is the best laughter.