Crime Doesn't Pay

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM BUT IT'S REALITY FOR INCARCERATED PEOPLE.

I used to have freedom but now I'm locked in the Tank.

I was sentenced to twenty years after I robbed a bank.

I had the dream of being a college graduate but it didn't come to fruition.

The reason why I robbed that bank was to get money for the tuition.

Now my dreams of being a college graduate are dead.

I have many years of incarceration and misery ahead.

I thought I could get away with it but I underestimated the Police.

Maybe if I'm on my best behavior, my sentence will be decreased.

Believe me when I tell you that crime doesn't pay.

Don't steal if you need money, find a better way.