Have you heard these things growing up?
Pick the right fight.
Pick the right novel.
Pick the right answer.
Well, I ask, how do you know?
Can you tell a story by its cover?
If you can, then you have judged,
even before you have experienced it.
Same way, before any decision in front of you,
Dont judge. Know that there are no right decisions.
You are likely to get fucked either ways.
Gauge, motherfuker gauge. Don’t judge.
Gauge, you understand? Form an
Opinion by gauging with what little
Facts you have. Understand it is
and always will be, imperfect.
Take the risk and jump,
towards the best gauged path.
Then you do everything in your power,
To make the decision the RIGHT one.
But before that, tell me. When you read
The title of the poem:
Gauge, motherfuker gauge. Did you,
Gauge? Or did you Judge?
thought so, Motherfuker.
