$50,000,000 Bucks

EVEN THOUGH THIS POEM IS FICTIONAL, GREED REALLY DOES DRIVE SOME PEOPLE TO KILL.

I expected to be a millionaire or at least that was what I thought.

I killed a homeless man to get the lottery ticket that he bought.

When I demanded that he give me his lottery ticket, he refused to give it.

I stabbed him with my knife and I foolishly thought I would get away with it.

After I cashed in the lottery ticket, I received fifty million bucks.

But the Police traced the knife back to me and I was out of luck.

When I took that poor man's life, I stood there and watched him bleed.

I wouldn't be in jail and he'd still be alive if it hadn't been for my greed.

Please don't be greedy like I was because it's a terrible sin.

Because of my greed, I'll never see the light of day again.