Guilty I Plea

I stand in this courtroom, with questioning eyes from all of thee

For you ask me what it is that I plea

Accused of a crime that I may or may not have committed

I will share with you today without a detail omitted

Guilty I say, for it is what I believe

I will explain to you why, this is to be

Pay attention and listen carefully to what it is that will be admitted

For my story will not have intermittent

My art is what caused the rift between my wife and me

For I never cared for anything more than it's intense beauty

With obvious jealousy, you can not imagine the fumes she had emitted

Accused I was, for she felt that I, as a husband was unfitted

Because of this she did not leave me, you see

But finding comfort in another, is what it had seemed

She as a wife, was surely counterfeited

She soon, by me, became unmistakably outwitted

My inspiration, my muse, is what she came to be

As I watched her in silence, she found pleasure with another, not me

I used her you see, for the inspirational energy that was being transmitted

It did not bother me one bit, not a care if she was discomfited

On the wind, my ideas ran with the breeze

But something was missing, I wondered what it could be

Though many ideas there were, I felt them all to be misfitted

I needed something you see, that would surely be befitted.

I realized then, that what I saw was simply not enough to please

A quite fine idea then flashed before me, the answer I thought, it could possibly be

A special instrument I would need, for her to be kitted

For she would need to be slitted

Getting her into position would not be a challenge you see

To make a masterpiece, gave me the strong will that I would need

A swift blow was not what I needed, for she was absolutely not to be buffeted

Weight was needed behind it, yet also it needed to be flitted

On the bed while she slept is where it started, you see

A quick stroke across her neck, using the special brush was me

It was here, when I had first committed

It is now that I have first admitted

Where she lied though, I was not pleased

Brought to the art room, she had to be

There I dragged her, so she would not be misfitted

Ruby followed making a mess, but I did not find it to be unfitted

There on my canvas, lying flat on her back, she waited for me

Lying naked she waited for me, to make a masterpiece of she

The paint barely trickled, possibly not enough ruby was being emitted

So again I had slitted

More strokes, many upon many, with the instrument I used, more ran you see

I believed it was then, possibly enough, to please me

So again here I am, again I have admitted

Still I will not leave any detail omitted

With golden hair now beautifully stained with ruby

An angel she was, is what my eyes shown me

Though angelic as she was, there was still more beauty that could be transmitted

The paint dried as I thought of an answer, so I quickly continued deciding it best for there not be an intermittent

Like an angel in snow, she needed to be adjusted you see

Flat on her back, her arms stroke up and down, until her wings of ruby were displayed before me

At this point there is little left to be admitted

But soon you will here the true crime I have committed

Looking at my wife, in all her beauty

I satisfyingly sipped some chamomile tea

The crime I committed was not misfitted

Nor do I believe that it is at all unfitted

I am guilty you see, for that is what I plea

For my art is too much of a masterpiece, you must agree

Now without single thing being omitted

Perfect she is, you can not deny it, and for this is why I should most definitely not be acquitted