I pulled the trigger

The Presidents head exploded

He is dead before he falls

I make my escape successfully

And lay low for a few weeks

I am then betrayed by my sister

Who was paid by a newspaper

For her betrayal but I still adore her

Even if she is a grade one bitch

Although I am loved by many

I still get life without parole

And fan mail by the sackful

My prison cell is isolated

I am told for my own protection

But I do not really think I would be harmed

It is decent cell and I can see the desert from my window

I am planning to escape by faking a serious illness

But this is in the future and not in the present

I am writing again as I have small laptop

My fictions are about a girl who lives on the Kings Road

And owns an art gallery which is very successful

She is in love with an Icelandic girl and they own a cat

I will not reveal their names for their own protection

As they like me  they are also commissioned to make hits

I suppose that they are better than me at it as I was caught

My name is Saul Green but some of you might know me as Penelope