what they all said
he went straight there
because every night
on the walk home
he stroked the white cat
from under the dirty car
he chanted good wishes
a few sensible warnings
and some nonsensical words
sure he'd done some shit
but not really a bad life
his soul was weighed
at the last reckoning
on the sacred bounce
one whisker was on the feather
a short argument blah-blah
then the keys to the kingdom
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