I killed a man just to get in the newspapers and on the Six O’Clock news.
I wanted to get noticed even though my freedom was something I’d lose.
I did it just for the publicity.
I wanted people to notice me.
Because of what I did, millions of people are outraged.
It sure did feel good to see my face on the front page.
Now I’m being tried and I’m facing jail.
That idiotic judge actually let me out on bail.
Killing that man was wrong but I’m not one bit sorry for what I’ve done.
But I am sorry because the victim’s dad is going to kill me with his gun.
This is a fictional poem.