"Slow down,"

 he said 

             "Captain Jim"

                                         but it was no avail 

                                                    the hand that would be cut off 

   was played

       and, by a fluke

        was a winner-

                                                a thousand copper noses

      Tycho Brahe Corporation, Inc. 

      still, outside the bar 

   Lee Marvin and his 

     goddamn whip 

              I stumbled and sidled 

    up to the bar 

                                     "Hand me the shotgun, Roy." 

                          the 45 colt revolver shaking in my hand 

"She's a wide spread, CJ, you better get close"

                                            as he laid the sawed off on the bar and 

added a shot of rotgut whiskey 

                       "Chim-chiminey, Roy!"

    the hot sun beat the churchbell

    DING 

  DONG