when intrusive thoughts take over

as i lie upon the therapist

couch, i tell my

shrink, doc,

i don't know

what's wrong with me, i've

been having

intrusive thoughts

lately.

no,

not that kind, the kind

that tries to persuaded you

to kill

or maim, or injure someone.

no, it's the other

kind of intrusive thoughts.

the good kind.

the kind no one ever talks

about.

for instance.

i was walking down the street

the other day

and out of the clear blue sky,

i thought maybe it would

be a good idea to pick

up that piece of trash that's at

my feet and deposit it into

a garbage can.

so i did.

or when no one was letting some

guy with his signal on,

merge into the right lane,

it occurred

to me, that i should do it.

i'll let the poor guy in.

sometimes that voice in my head

convinces me to help some old

lady across the street,

or to toss some of my sandwich

bread to the pigeons

that are flying about.

out of the clear blue sky,

while at church,

a voice will tell me

to drop a few bucks into

the basket, not the usual

change in my pocket.

these voices have taken complete

control of me.

i might be going nuts.

what should i do doc?