(This is a fictional poem but life in prison really is horrible.)

A man slept with my girlfriend so I shot him in the face.
Now I'm in a maximum security prison and I hate this place.
Shooting that man was a bad decision.
Now I'm doing life in this prison.

Now my freedom is gone and it really sucks.
I want to be on the outside but I'm out of luck.
Life in here is hard and you wouldn't want to go through it.
If you're thinking about killing somebody, please don't do it.