It Was Not My Doing by Abigail Wise

It was not my doing
The incident, you know?
Surely was not my fault,
So why did she crow? 
 
It was my first and last
That the runt shouted out.
If you ask me,
I think it was for clout.

Why, when would I ever
Have the time of day.
My clock is all booked up,
Wait, what did the report say?

Ah yes, I did see her then.
Hailing a cab,
She recognized my face,
The fame, such a drab. 

What was I doing,
Around 2 in the morn?
That’s an easy one,
You’re going to be torn.

You see my alibi is solid,
I was shooting with a photographer.
I’m not your guy,
For this murder, officer.