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 '