KEEP YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR MIND WHILE WAITING FOR THE UNDERTAKER
(for Watergate)
escape from State playgrounds
burglars trample back to Washington
meeting with the President
whose time's spent covering for the coverers,
getting the story straight
then hustling out to Camp David where his boys all hang
out and out on the 28th, sayin:
“boss, we ain’t playin no coverup no more,
got no marbles left, our ball's been confiscated, no legal dimes left…”
downtown here
it's evident something’s gotta be done about dealing with Amerika,
reparations are flooding in
100 dollar bills floating in clemency pie
baked by White House staffers
whatever was being discussed by members of the trust…
and where is this Commander-in-Chief?
back in Spanish Harlem
sketching 116th st
pipe in teeth sipping chamomile tea?
yes, Nixon’s obsessed , confused,
misunderstanding the gravity of a republic,
of a presidency, of his legacy
still, more questions emerge…
who is on the White House enemy list?
(audit all enemies at once!)
you’re doin a fine job, John,
you’re doin a fine job, Bob,
yes, Richard knows,
Richard knows, enough
meanwhile, somewhere down in desert Mexico
prison fences have been erected for our new home, Free America,
where we shall sing the poems together again:
Life
Forces
Flowing
Growing
but, no one to pay the lightbills in Mexico
while the President's thieves abuse Tío Samuél with their toilet bowl faking:
“hey, take care of my family and lawyers while I’m away, you know, countryclubbing,
and there’s job security when I set sail next year”,
or if St. Peter publishes his book on July 1, 1973,
as prophesized on some Indiana one-way highway sign:
"all will be forgiven", nay pardoned,
thus, the sacrosanct cycle of collective Karma
6/27/73
Bisbee