It's the elephant in the room, this room,
Every breath you take, you breathe
Every thought you think, you think with
Each heartbreak, each victory.
Each attempt to finally "get it right", stands before
Though you can't see it, you can certainly feel it,
because your Judge demands respect.
Like a hungry tiger, a bored python,
or a rogue CIA operative
who refuses to stand down...
Your own private 24-hour Fox News talking head,
or late night tele-Evangelist.
Yes, your Judge can be so many things:
your financial advisor, your fitness guru,
your dating coach, your tour guide, your H.R. supervisor,
your slack master, your fortune teller, your Dear Abby,
your Marlboro Man,
or your very own
Relentlessly feeding you
admonishment, applause, and advice
promises, protests, prescriptions, and praise.
Your Judge's mission is unswerving:
* to keep you out of this holy moment,
* to make you distrust your innate knowingness,
* and to uphold standards of behavior you had
absolutely no part in creating.
This Judge is the ultimate
'365-Day Santa Gone to The Dark Side'
because it always knows when you've been naughty,
and when you've been nice.
When it attacks you, its heat-seeking missile finds that
little nugget of truth from the situation and BLAM !,
it sticks to you,
and sets your mind racing.
Like early rock 'n' roll, you only have 3 options to respond—
* play an E7 chord - collapse & complain, or
* play an A7 chord - rationalize & justify, or
* play a B7 chord - counterattack & blame others.
Try to lock up your Judge and it just slips out of its cage
to watch you struggle,
and then plays cards with other Judges for laughs.
Your Judge can't help
that it's the original 'psychic auto-immune disease',
causing you to reject yourself
and put the health of your Soul in peril.
After all, we're all J.U.D. positive.
So how is it that my Judge let this unpolished poem
see the light of day ?
Let's say, we have an understanding...