If you want my DNA, Detective,
find the sandal I stubbed my toe bloody,
yes, blood rarely washes away clearly,
only as evidence, you need a match,
under the circumstances of your crime,
widows die horrible deaths, I am sure,
although, you'll never find a thing to pin,
not one shred of evidence to stick me,
the tail on the donkey, a party game,
murder is a sad tale, ever since Cain,
yet, I am not your suspect, Detective.
Detective Smith, I have an alibi.
Note the ticket stub for The Lion King.
As movies go, I preferred the first one.
Detective Smith, tell me why you believe
evidently, I was there at the time,
the murder took place in the afternoon,
everyone I knew avoided the heat,
canned up in some alleyway with a corpse,
the trouble with your theory is Swiss cheese,
if you see that many holes, leave it be,
veritably, I'm not the man you seek,
even if I were, you'd never catch me.
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