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Rule of thumb, or follow the
Vernacular guidelines, in the
Patois of compliance, do as
You are told. That's a rule of
Thumb. Obey, execute, do as
You are told. Comply with, be
Observant and fulfill orders.
Adhere to whatever, although
It's not scientific or evident or
Based on evidence. It's a rule 
Of thumb, it approximates the
Rules that ought to guide us,
But is not so precise as to be
Demanding or insistent. It's a 
Rule meant to be followed on
The bias, zigzag, not a straight
Line. It's a rule of thumb which
Is not so much a rule, as a bit
Of a guideline, a suggestion to
Think on. Rule of thumb is no
Rule at all, with the thumb on
The scales, justice is turned to
Injustice, the scale unbalanced
Unhinged, the rule o'erweighed 
By the print of the thumb, rules
Crushed. The scales overturned
The rule of thumb gone astray

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Rule of thumb, yes, and
Does the weight of that
Thumb not bend, or yes,
Break the rules, pushing
Down on the scale so it
Moves, imperceptibly to
Injustice, losing balance
And a sense of fairness.
Scales of justice by the
Poke of a thumb weigh
In away from integrity,
Towards inequity, from
What's right to doing ill
Away from virtue toward
Corruption. That's a rule
Of thumb.

My way. Forward.

I could be a wiseass, back 
Then, when I was far from
Wise, kind of knew little of
Sorrow, less of pure joy, a
Bit of okay days, and, to be
Fair, had my appreciation 
For things that would come
To matter, to mean, to be 
Important, have  the weight
Of significance. So, yeah, I
Was an ass, a snotty kid, a
Bit wet behind the ears like
A mewling kitten, but I saw
Where all this was heading
And I followed in the right
Direction. Older and wiser,
But far from wise, I seek a
Path as straight, curved, as
Multi-directional, as I can. A
Path every wiseass knows
As her own. Her very own.