In Daleville
On a normal street
In a normal town
Lived this guy I only
Knew offhand
Not personally.
Stories surround him
All the titter-tatter
Scuttlebutt.
Word had it he didn't
Pay taxes for years,
And he did fairly well
On eighteen wheels,
Cross country treks
Hauling.
Fairly nice house
All paid off
A nice old Cadillac
And a recent
Model
Mercedes.
He lived alone.
All his children grown
Moved off-
Their own lives and all-
And he was
As men get,
To say in polite
Terms....lonely.
Word was the old dude
Had several let's say
Women of the night friends,
For lack of better terms
And to keep this tribute
Civil, when he met
What he saw as the one.
She talked him up visited
Without asking for nothing.
Caught his eye
Made him feel
Things more than that
Ca  ching  sort of economic
Transfers.
To end the story the two
Drives coincided.
His taxes and need for touch.
To cheat he put all his
Goods in her name.
Thinking she was the one.
Sweet. Nice.
Good.
A year later he was
Evicted.
All his things were

Hers.
According to the law.
But the story
Hasn't ended.

According to the
Word
On
The
Street.