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My new poem called

Death Row

My name is Billy Bob Joe
And I’m on death row.
This is my story

When I was a kid
Everything was fine.
I didn’t have to care
Or even worry.
That is why I had parents.
To me life was a game.

When I was no longer a kid
Everything changed.
It was a like a bad dream
But the dreadful news was
It wasn’t a dream
I had to start caring
Or I wouldn’t get anywhere.

People die, people live
Death happens in the real world
Its not like in X-men when,
Jean can die,
And then come back all the time.
When you’re dead your gone forever.

People live to work
People work to live
Not many just sit down
And read a book.
I myself lived to kill

When I was a kid
Everything was fine
Not a care in the world
Now that my childhood is over
I do have my share
Of regrets,
I wish I would have
Slowed down growing up,
Just a bit.
Maybe I wouldn’t have killed so many then…

When I was a kid
Everything was fine
Looking back it all started with my cat
In it I do mean the killing
That cat was my only friend,
The only thing that loved me.
It had to go!
I just couldn’t have something loving me
I was hideous.

At least that was what the poplars said.
I didn’t need to be loved.
Then when the cat was gone
I moved on to my parents,
Who at once loved me.

When I was a kid
Everything was fine
But as I was standing over
My parent’s dead bodies
I thought how if I could have,
Stayed a kid…
Would everything be fine?

I should have not wanted to grow up,
Ever so fast
When being a kid
Is so carefree

I do pray to you God
To accept me into your dazzling kingdom.
Even if I have killed so many,
And have not cared.

So yet again I say to you,
When I was a kid
Everything was just fine.

And please start to care,
Or I tell you
You really won’t get anywhere….
I hope you get your chance to shine.
I lost mine.

My name is Billy Bob Joe.

And I die tomorrow

On death row.