I’m buried right next to
Jim Waring, the stockbroker.
I remember he made
a mint in the dot com boom,
went bankrupt, and somehow
ended up even richer
than before, while I lost
everything I had and more.

Seeing how the wealthy
just took what they felt they could
get away with, I went
and robbed a mini-mart store
and accidentally
shot the clerk at the counter.
He was an immigrant,
a father of four and I
killed him. I plead guilty
and got death row, where five years
later they gave me a
lethal injection. Now I
lie next to Jim. Seems our
two roads led to the same place.