(This is a fictional poem)

You shot a cop in cold blood and now you're on the run.
You put down your school books and picked up a gun.
You've come to my house to lay low.
The only thing I have to say is hell no.
You're going to pay the price for what you've done.
Go turn yourself in and put down that damn gun.
You may get the death penalty or then again you may not.
But you are going to pay because of that officer you shot.