Nixon Pt. 1

The Weather which was bound to be better, which feathered

the morning glory of the dew that dropped and glistened

told the two that it was about to be hells kitchen

She just had to give her bitchin son a listen, she was done.

Not having to much fun, she was at her wits end, her angry brain

was sizzlin;

the wheels had friction; the sidewalk cracks were hittin, he was just

sittin; within; the carriage

she was shortly removed from marriage

He; the little fellow; currently brittle and not to mellow was Baby

Nixon; talking in his baby pidgin

The town was Virginia’s Richmond

- AD

- 2/16/24

- 12:05pm

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Nixon Pt. 1