Sometimes there are 
Things
You think but 
should not say
(Right?)
But it doesn't mean
You shouldn't 
Think them 
And yet 
That you think them
At all
Is a thought worth 
Studying 
Though I suppose
You can't control
The things
That pop 
Into your head
Whereas you can
Control 
The things that
Fall from your 
Mouth
And though this seems
Like a minor
Even petty 
Difference 
The ripples 
Are incomparable 
And yet 
The same mind
Dressed in
The same clothes
Drawing the same
Curtains 
And conclusions 
Is capable of 
Sweeping one thing
Away
And drawing another 
Forward
A hierarchy of
Insanity
Judging and 
Not judging
Seeing and 
Not seeing
Pretending not to tow
The line
Whilst towing the line
And I wonder 
About the bigots 
And the racists
The anti-semitics 
The whores 
The drunks 
And the smack-heads
The white collar
And blue collar 
And priests
And 9 to 5 ers
And I wonder 
If any of them 
Ever 
Had an honest thought 
Inside their own heads 
And if they did 
If they'd know
What to do with it
I guess 
We all queue up
For our body of Christ 
Whether we like it
Or not
Bowing our heads
To the wind
Sea
Or sky 
And waiting for the 
World 
Or this life 
To crush us
Before our minds 
Collapse 
Under the weight 
Of worthlessness
We carry
From our 
Pre-conceived sense
Of what this is
What this might be
And how we manage
To stay 
Afloat 
When the simple option
Has always been
To drown