One Story

It's always she, or always I.
There's always a reason why,
Always a story.
They all end gory.

Might end with me in hell,
But I always tell.
(Or if I don't, you ask,
Keep me on task).

Her tastes are too pricy
To be so cheap.
She had the legs
But I don't have the eggs.

Guts fueled with ale,
Then lower I failed.
There was a headache
Or a flirt-fake.

How long does it take
A fiction to bake?

It's always one story
Or another.
(That's the excuse
I gave your mother.)