Do you have a permit for that anxiety?

Sometimes it would be nice if a police officer could stop you for thinking nonsense.

Someone to hold up their hand and blow a whistle,

flag you down and give you a ticket.

Say “back off, get your own sandwich”, or something similar.

A thought blocker like that would be handy the minute you start to spiral,

Into whatever ninth circle of hell your thoughts take you to.

Whether it’s finances, relationships, time.

Whatever causes the stress, or maybe all of them together in one giant ball,

A spirally swirl of mocha coloured madness,

Roll it up and throw it in the garbage,

And walk away whistling

While the cop keeps the bad thoughts under arrest on the next street over.