"On being asked how do you feel after an operation with inadequate anesthesia. This is how i feel: I. Richard Nixon is standing in his underwear in the South Bronx in the rain. Bob Alplanalp and Bebe Rebozo are pointing at him and laughing. He's crying with gratitude. II. Richard Nixon is standing in the South Bronx in the rain. He has lost his underwear. He covers his parts with his hands and smiles shyly. Something has gone wrong. III. He is surrounded by black children with walkie-talkies and knives. They are waiting for the market to settle down. Eyes open low in mixed trading. Kidneys are sluggish. Penises are slack. There are no calls for hard-ons. Nixon has a hard-on. IV. There's a call from the Burn Unit. Fresh skin is wanted. Premium prices for whole skins. Hard-ons optional. The flayers scrub up. Nixon autographs himself. He is cloned the hard way but cloned. He or his clones will be the next President of the U.S. Thats how i feel since you asked: much better ...what a poet! :)