Nobody Blackmails Me!

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

My cousin said that he had proof that I killed me wife.

He said if I didn't give him a million, he'd ruin my life.

I knew that he would go to the cops, I positively had no doubt.

A million bucks is a lot to pay, it was cheaper to take him out.

I hired a hitman and a couple of days ago, he got plugged.

People are attending his funeral and his grave has been dug.

I'm a bad man and there was something he couldn't see.

It's very stupid and unhealthy to blackmail me.