The Mystery of Each Murder Solved!

 A Parlor Game

"No whodunnit has one clue as to who really done it."
-- Reality clued in  
  
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Who yet loves not a lively murder mystery most rare,    
each story full of thrills, suspense, and twists beyond compare,    
a list of sneaky suspects, plus a villain sly and slick,    
and one top-dog detective still no ordinary dick,    
who on encountering a corpse, presumes it fully dead,      
it being shot and bludgeoned by the wrench and pipe of lead,    
the carpet in the dining room quite ruined by the brains,    
the penis hanged beside the gutted scrotum's wee remains,    
the rectum split by candlesticks stuck rudely up the ass,
the hemorrhoids protruding from the Colonel's mustard gas --    
though any freak a fan of murder knows sans any doubt
the sharpest of detectives quick the Truth shall ferret out,    
while any sleuth of Logic 101 knows every clue    
shall straight reveal each killer from a fertile ovum grew,  
the motive of the witless egg -- the greedy need to breed,  
its means and opportunity -- some retard named Dick Seed.    
        
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a dedication of Respect    
for    
the continuous Pain of the victims untold of manifold murderers      
Real    
    
a revolving helios rhyme menippean satire on    
the diehard ideology of natalism --  
necessarily pro-murder,
in addition to pro-dying and pro-death    
    
january, 2023 -- yet bundles of babies being born    
ultimately to mature into hard-determined
killers
(aside form rapists and pedophiles)