Blackmail
(This is a fictional poem)
I have a bullet in my chest and I'm about to die.
I saw a man kill his wife and I decided to blackmail the guy.
I'm really scared, I didn't count on getting shot.
I asked him for a quarter of a million but a bullet was what I got.
I should've called the police and turned him in.
Now I'll never be able to make love or even see a sunrise again.
He just drove away and the time I have left is getting shorter and shorter.
He will be brought to justice because I just named him as my killer on my tape
recorder.
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