(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />I'm really frightened because I'm about to die in this electric chair. <br />I was convicted for a murder I didn't commit and that wasn't fair. <br />Somebody killed a little girl and then took her body and hid it. <br />Because she was found on my land, the cops assumed that I did it. <br />When they throw that switch, I will fry. <br />The real killer is going free while I'm about to die. <br />If the world is this ignorant and cruel, it might be better that I'll no longer be a part of it. <br />The people responsible for putting me in this chair can take their justice system and shove it.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/electric-chair-3/
