in the mad courtroom of my head

' did you'

 

a prosecuting thought of my own

asks another of mine charged with human failings

 

' from the age of puberty to this very day, commit and go on committing offences against your mind? '

 

my guilty thought in the dock considered the question for a while and replied

 

' yes, I did and still do but only because of what life's bad influences instigate '

 

Prosecutor to the gavel-handed Judgemental thought-

' no more questions my lord.

 

Judgemental turns to the members of my life's jury

 

' you have heard the accusations and statement from the accused therefore

it is now your psychological, logical and illogical duty to bring about a verdict and in doing so

will you need to retire from the proceedings? '

 

' how much we wish we could my lord' they answer

'but since that is mentally impossible,

we shall decide on a verdict from where we are at present if it pleases the court '

 

( a split second later )

 

' a verdict has been reached, my lord '

 

' and what might that verdict be? '

 

' we find the accused guilty and not guilty '

 

( Judgemental frowning )

 

' are you all insane? '

 

' probably my lord but only when it suits us to be '

 

( gavel is brought down head-achingly hard! )

 

' then the case is dismissed for now and only on the condition

that a later date be set in the event of a retrial being necessary

in the meantime let us all book ourselves back into the sanitorium '