His proclivities are unknown to the world,
sometimes even through his words;
His thoughts often disguised through his rhyme;
His weapons of choice are his paper and pen;
His motives can hardly be considered a crime.

To steal a smile from a beauty…
a beauty neglected or dismissed;
Before the beauty is aware…
this bandit has then stolen a kiss.

With a glimmer of danger in his eye…
to keep things less mundane.
A very polished speaker…
that sometimes chooses to be profane.

The wicked thought of a romantic…
or perhaps just the soul of a dirty old man;
His humour can be dismissed…
by those who do not understand.

His passion is not just for words…
but also for unpredictable life.
He proceeds with the utmost discretion;
Having fun, but avoiding the social strife.

Most often people get bored with life…
and everything seems contrived;
But these little guilty pleasures occur…
to tell us that we are still alive.

Note to reader : This poem is just poking a little fun at life,
which I sometimes do, because we tend to take it so seriously.
I sometimes take my poems seriously, and when I see that happening
I try to have a little fun with my words. I hope you enjoyed the poem,
and I also hope you find that you understand my sentiments, and maybe
this poem will encourage you to enjoy life a little more and
indulge in your own guilty pleasures,
but do not feel guilty-because that is just the title.