My super-deep rhyming poem

Tag a wall i will                                                            
Even in the ghetto's i will not kill
But the blank space on the wall i shall fill

Over the fence i will hop
Away from that cop
getting more, and more paint from the shop

Spraying my art on the wall
me receiving the 911 call
And even though arrested, i will not fall

In my cell i will sleep
Counting off all those sheep
But the wall under the bridge staying bare, and meek