Arrested for selling Weed

EVEN THOUGH THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM, IT IS A VERY BAD IDEA TO SELL MARIJUANA OR OTHER DRUGS.

I got in trouble because of my greed.

I was arrested because I sold weed.

I thought I was being smart, I thought that my Grass was well hid.

But the Police found it and I was made to pay the price for what I did.

 

After I was arrested, my house and land were confiscated.

My family had lived there for generations, I was devastated.

For two centuries, that land was handed down from father to son.

But because of my stupidity, it will no longer be handed to anyone.

 

When I went to jail, my son went to live with his Aunt.

He no longer looks me in the eyes and I'm ashamed because he can't.

Please don't make the same mistake that I made.

I broke the law and because of what I did, I paid.