No pain no glory, he just couldn’t think, because it was a Jerry-rigged story…

As he closed the door,

he realized he heard it

several times before,

no pain, no glory,

he just couldn’t think,

because it was a Jerry-rigged story,

and he was the weakest link,

the police came by his house,

not once, but twice,

his alibi was on thin ice,

everything came to light,

the girl he had slept with

told the police she was alone that night,

she was decidedly unwilling

to go the distance for her man,

at first it was thrilling,

but she couldn’t take the stand,

face the pressure, the demand,

his Jerry-rigged story,

had no command.

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