(This is a fictional poem)

For many years I was a crook and so was my best friend.
Last week he got shot and his crime spree came to an end.
That could've easily been me who got in the shoot out with those cops.
I've been doing some thinking and my days of being a crook must stop.
It was so sad when they lowered him in the ground.
I'm going to straighten up and turn my life around.
I'm going to start going to church and find the Lord.
Worshipping God and helping others will be my reward.