I expected to be a millionaire or at least that was what I thought. I killed a homeless man to get the lottery ticket that he bought. When I demanded that he give me his lottery ticket, he refused to give it. I stabbed him with my knife and I foolishly thought I would get away with it. After I cashed in the lottery ticket, I received fifty million bucks. But the Police traced the knife back to me and I was out of luck. When I took that poor man's life, I stood there and watched him bleed. I wouldn't be in jail and he'd still be alive if it hadn't been for my greed. Please don't be greedy like I was because it's a terrible sin. Because of my greed, I'll never see the light of day again.
Even though this poem is fictional, Greed really does drive some people to ****.