Falsely Accused By Billions
I bought a shotgun at a flea market without knowing that it was used to commit a horrible crime.
The former owner used the shotgun to kill an entire family and I was about to have to do hard time.
The police came to my house and confiscated the shotgun.
They thought I was the guilty party, they thought I was the one.
The entire world turned against me, I was a person who billions of people hated.
People said that I should go to the gas chamber and if I did, it would be celebrated.
Even though the public had turned against me, I convinced the police to have doubts.
I told them over and over that somebody else was the killer and they decided to check it out.
They found the real killer and it wasn't long before he was placed under arrest.
The cops showed him the bodies of his victims and he broke down and confessed.
Even though I was put through hell, I'm not mad.
The real killer was brought to justice and I'm glad.
Many people have mailed apologies to me and one of the reasons why billions turned against me is because I'm mentally ill.
They thought I was a crazy psycho but now when it comes to committing murder, everybody knows that I never will.
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I got the idea for this poem when I saw a man selling a shotgun at a flea market. I thought what if somebody used a shotgun to murder some innocent people and then sold the shotgun at a flea market and then the new owner of the shotgun was blamed and arrested for the crime.