I Robbed A Liquor Store - Poem by Randy Johnson
I was broke and it wasn't easy being poor.
I loaded my gun and decided to rob a liquor store.
The owner went for his gun so I shot him in the head.
I took the money and left him on the floor dead.
A few hours later I was arrested and put in jail.
I'm about to be executed, I hope the priest can prevent me from going to Hell.
I just ate my last meal and I'm really scared.
I did something that was stupid and now I'm going to die in the electric chair.
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