The gavel slams. Bailiff directs, “Order in the court!”

“TS I hereby sentence you to 6 yrs hard labor. You defied this court by

seeking that which was always yours , and in so doing caused a great burden for one to

bare.” “But your Honor…” “Silence!” the indignant judge proclaimed. “I will show you no

mercy or hear what you have to say.”

The judge went on to say, “I hate people that have held true love. My relationships have been so unfulfilling I relish these moments when I can past judgment and bring love its fair share of despair. Rise as read your sentence young man. The next time you see your truest love you will be old and grey.”

Smiling I bid the bitter judge “adieu.” My reaction caught this cynic off guard. He was expecting me to cry and plead my innocence in utter disgrace.

“Why are you standing there with that smirk on your face?” “Well your honor this sentence that you handed down is easier than what I have already been through.

Secondly, no matter where I am my heart will not change; my love will always

remain true. Finally (smiling even bigger than before) conjugal visits are like drops of

ecstasy and I can’t wait to get high! But you know judge I am sad that love has to

wait. Imagine the smile I’ll have once my sentence has been served. Sweet parole here I come!”

Never let em see you sweat!