Quick Justice!

"Hey there detective,"
Called the desk sergeant.
"We got a little job for you.
There's been a murder,
Down in the District.
Greaseball Al's throat's been cut clean through!"

So the detective,
Named Sergeant Mooney,
Turned around and headed back out.
He went to the bar,
Where the body lay,
To find out what it's all about!

Al the Greaser lay,
In a pool of blood,
Slumped down over in a corner.
His fly was open,
His prick sticking out,
Greaser Al died with a boner!

The bartender stood,
Looking really glum,
Answering the questions of Fred.
As Rooney came close,
He heard the man say,
"Al's throat got cut by Ruby Red!"

"Greaser Al was drunk,
He got real pushy,
He tried to make Red suck his dick!
When Red told him "No,"
He tried to force her,
That's when she gave him a quick stick!"

The cops moved over,
Mooney and Fred talked.
They thought it might be "Justified!"
The evidence showed,
What the barman said,
"It's plain this ain't no "Homicide!"

Sergeant Mooney left,
Went back to the shop,
In his report he got involved.
"It only makes sense,
This was pure defense!
Its great this case was quickly solved!!"