Dangerous Thoughts

Gather your thoughts, Ma'am,
I was told
when I tried to think
out of the box.

They have all crawled out.
They are scattering, they are escaping.
Danger!
Scraps of paper, like confetti,
covered in random thoughts,
hide in ambush
to attack innocent bystanders.

Gather your thoughts, Ma'am.
Put them away under your hat
where they belong.

It won't do to let them roam and ramble.
They are blocking the road.
They are off the path.
You are off the wall,
hanging from the chandelier.
You are a public danger.

Gather your thoughts, Ma'am,
or you might be the one
who gets locked up.