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Dec 2012
I moved in with Mr McGoo , he seemedΒ Β a pleasant bloke
a bit chatty for one but then beggars cant be choosers.
He gave me the guest room and a skeleton key and
a King James Bible. He left , mumbling something  about an
Optometrist's appointment as he stumbled through the door.

The Flivver coughed, spat and rattled.Mcgoo was in control
and of he roared away still mumbling about pork bellies and such.
Herky jerky relic with a hurdy gurdy horn.

The winding stairs led me hither so down the rail I slid
In search of McGoo venture. To suss where the safe was hid.

Rumor has it that He struck it rich one day and promptly
sailed  west  and bought  the House of Divine  Pleasures
overlooking Frisco Bay. Who knew.

As luck would have it, he forgot to close the safe so
there it stood wide open a square hole in the southern wall.

The Standing Shiva glared at me his arms like deadly  serpents
One named Beckon the next on Call. The other six arms bristled
with bronze and iron death.The Shiva winked his middle eye and
tears streamed from the other two.

The safe still hung wide open McGoo was such a bounder.
He knew me well and he could tell the weakness in my soul.
for he and I had broken bread and severed heads in youthful
days of yore. He knew I was a scoundrel and a thief.

The Shiva  had a weakness for women and the drink and
him with eight arms and such became to be a bit much at the
pleasure spot in Frisco.  He had to go. So

I turned and returned from the liquor cabinet a bottle of
McGoo's best bathtub Gin in tow.  The Shiva came a running cross,
a smile a mile wide drooling. With arms outstretched, boy he could fetch.
Could not hold  his spirits though. Never could. Out cold in no time flat.

The safe gaped open like the grave six deep.
So. I walked up slowly to it and strained  to look within
There sat old McGoo's ear trumpet and spare glasses
a handful of rain checks stacked neatly in a corner.
Along with his last will and testament written out in Braille.

Just then I heard the Flivver pop. I had to stop.
close the safe. Empty the flower vase on Shiva.
Up the stairs I bounded. closed my door and started
Sleeping.

Oh McGoo , you've done it again.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
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