I find myself in
a strange bind,
the first poem
I've written since Europe.
It's hard to find
something to say
after being drained
of all love and compassion.
Now, all I can say
is thanks to all
generations to come
and have already passed.
You see, generations
bring peace, because
haven't you heard
of a "generation of peace"?
Yes, Mr. Nixon is
the topic of this
piece of verse, may
he rest in peace.
Amen.
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