LPiA-26 Nov. 10

[dukealien]

All my lovers are convicts
who only pleaded not guilty
either to test the system
or to disturb their victims
and their lamentable kin.

The letters, the calls, the kisses
that we exchange are sweetest
whenever the guards and our fellow
conjugal visits are forced
to smell, to hear, to watch.

That one follows the prompt of "guilty pleasure" out the window, down the street, and away into the sunset.  Fabulous!

(The first strophe can also be read cynically, like the public defender who says, "All my clients are innocent" with eyes rolled all the way up and to the left.)