Rock on,
indie rocker!
Rock
those bongos!
Rock
that weird African instrument that you
purchased on that private school field trip.
Rock on
about that girl who left you because she got
tired of struggling to get your skinny jeans off.
Rock on
about the poetry of the universe, armed
with the knowledge you gained by skimming
a Wikipedia article on quantum mechanics.
Rock on
about pain and addiction (itchy beards and
clove cigarettes, respectively).
Rock
against the labels.
Rock
against the system.
Rock
against the world. Rock against rocking.
Rock.