(I got the idea for this fictional poem from a movie.)

I hated my neighbor because he had the worst home in town.
His house brought the neighborhood's property value down.
I did some pretty low things to try to make this man sell.
I broke all of his windows and I even sent him hate mail.
I wanted him to sell his home and I would not stop.
I even lied and had his dogs taken away by the cops.
I told the police that I saw his dogs attack some little kids.
I'm in a lot of misery because of the horrible things I did.
He cried as the cops took his dogs away.
That poor man took his own life that day.
I wanted to drive the man to sell his house, not to commit suicide.
I haven't been able to forgive myself no matter how hard I've tried.
What I did was evil and it was extremely cruel.
That poor man is dead because I was a fool.