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    GUILTY AS CHARGED

    A courtroom monologue where love pleads guilty, loyalty is questioned, and truth bends under ritual judgment.

    By: Arthur Blick

    24 Jan, 2026

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    Yesterday, they took me to answer for my crimes.
    My cause of pain, in the name of love, in fine times.
    Before you find me, to condemn here with this fuzz,
    I plead Guilty as charged, my lord, but first,
    Objective, my lord, relevance. 

    My lord, allow me present what I have; it's true,
    I had confessed, not to one, but to three.
    To which all I equally loved.
    But here I am, a criminal, accused of lying.
    The damages I will pay may cost my life. 

    Dear jury, I present my evidence to you.
    Last Valentine's, I knelt to victim 1 and offered her flowers.
    These black ones,
    She said she did not care about leaves.
    All she wanted was a well-polished gun.
    I then offered her my hand,
    Asking, “Darling, is it me you loved?”
    She said, “No, it’s always been your dad.”
    Her desires had died.
    I then crucified her soul, and all was gone.
    And so I left, in search of a softer home. 

    That takes us to exhibit two, the heart of victim 2.
    My dear jury, I offer you this as evidence.
    Victim 2 came in immediately after Valentine's.
    And I promised her more than silence.
    She wanted us to be more than just two lovebirds.
    She wanted a peregrine for our second date—such nonsense.
    And when I told her I can't hunt, she took offence.
    Accusing me of assault, so I had to give her lies as truths.
    And her heart is to be examined with all your just lenses. 

    And dear jury, I present exhibit three, the bucket of poems,
    I offered victim three, my heart's lines.
    The lexemes that she later said were a bunch of lies,
    Breaking my creative wall down, in anger with curses.
    Dear jury, look at these lofty words, the beauties.
    Such magnificent nature, which they have carried, now lies.
    Such blasphemy made me twist her neck twice. 

    And if I, you find me Guilty as charged,
    I should find peace; my lord, I did all I could do to prove loyalty.
    I pushed my shoulder to carry the difficulty.
    The truths of this lie within your power against me.
    I loved them all, as dear lovelies, like honey in tea.
    Promising them all love, not only one, I hope you see.
    And if you sentence me, let me serve with all my dignity.

    About the author

    Life has made me a curious and passionate wordsmith, seeking to understand the human experience through writing and reading. With each sentence, I unravel the mysteries of thought and emotion, connecting with others on a profound level. My love of words is a quest to share in the beauty and complexity of human souls.

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