Roid rage

“You silly cow” shouted the man, with a cricket bat in his hand
He hit her twice, the steroids were banned
He wobbled a bit and pulled out a revolver
She still loved him, but he would solve her
He turned on his blades, pistol in hand,
Fired a shot that hit her while she ran
Into the bathroom she locked to room tightly,
Sat on the toilet and sobbed quite rightly
His anger peaked and he wrestled the door,
Shot three more shots, through the door they tore.
The police arrived and found the fiancée dead,
Sat on the toilet with a bullet through her head
The man was taken away, walking tall on his blades,
The police said he was guilty, what defence could he raise.
They talked to the judge, pressed charges as his alibi was a con
Certainly the press thought so, he had no leg to stand on