The Will
Because of greed, I decided to kill.
I thought I was in the victim's Will.
But he didn't leave me anything, not one dime.
Now I'm rotting in prison because of my crime.
When I got nothing, it upset me a lot.
But not as much as when I was caught.
My crime enraged many people, it brought about a lot of fury.
Everybody got their wish when I was condemned by the jury.
If it hadn't been for greed, that murder wouldn't have came about.
Now I'm serving life in San Quentin and I'll never be getting out.
(This is a fictional poem)
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