Sex and Murder Magazine

By T. L. Sherwood

A girl I know, at first was a bore,
She wanted drunk one night, came to my door.
She casts off the crime and gives it all away.
She asked me, "Just what are friends for?"

The girl had gunned down her lover;
She had caught him with another man.
She casts off the crime and gives it all away.
Wondered how her tracks could be covered…

Girl sat down, calmly sipped her iced tea,
She blew a cold kiss to his cool body.
She casts off the crime and gives it all away.
A bell in her head rang, it couldn't be...

But it was—as they say—a perfect crime.

A gasp of joy escaped her lips,
Slender hope of hiding the kill lifts.
She casts off the crime and gives it all away.
Goes up to a neighbor and sways her hips.

Girl thought up alibi better than most,
In a kitchen, she led a thousand toasts.
She casts off the crime and gives it all away.
“I'm drunk.” Her newest ‘friend’ finally boasts.

I started to make sex demands,
She replied she'd do what she can.
She casts off the crime and gives it all away.
That girl put the smoking gun into my hand.

Then she walked away, in a metered rhyme…