Rock like a prince
on a throne,
on Trazodone,
in a group home,
rock.

Swing like a guillotine,
swing like it’s ’76,
or May Day,
or just the Month of May,
swing.

Roll like Swiss cake,
a stop-drop
or a penny
down the hill,
roll.

Blast like a laser beam,
or the football team
while the cheerleaders lead,
and the tears fall down cheeks,
blast.

Drum like a stick,
or an ice cream cone,
drum like the bees
who have no home,
drum.

Bang like blow,
like gangs,
like a cymbal,
like someone’s only fan,
bang.

Sing like a Dresden Doll
in the fall,
belting from
Carnegie Hall,
sing.
 
 

Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His third book, Train of Thought 2: Almost Home will be available soon.