The Will Date: Tuesday, 2nd June 2015 @ 02:55:35 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: randyjohnson 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 poem is Copyright © randyjohnson Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=181225