Taxi ride in the wee hours. Journey near its end
To Glitch and Grimm we bid farewell. None call Sawtooth friend.
In Hoagland Cemetery he recovers hidden stash
Again he’s flush yet now must rush. Attained the dough to dash.
Fond dreams of home. Why did he roam? Hot tub felt so great
Shake off the dust and flee he must. Girlfriends shall await.
What’s that sound? Who does approach? It’s Tracy and Sam Catchem
Time to shoot detectives down. The Coroner can fetch ‘em.
Takes his shot! His aim is not quite all that it could be
Sam and Tracy take their shots and Sawtooth’s soul must flee.
Bleeding out. He cannot shout. The light begins to flicker
Last thing he knows before he goes, the ceasing of his ticker.
Sawtooth is dead. Let it be said that crime it does not pay
There comes a time slime pays for crime. Won’t see another day.
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