Have you ever heard of slam poetry? I hadn’t until one of my particularly cool friends had a slam poetry reading at her wedding. It was perfect. So inspiring, and romantic, and unexpected. My friend is the type of person who doesn’t leave any life unlived at the end of the day. She has a million interests, an unlimited amount of passion for things she cares about. This poem reminds me to be more like her.
Anyway, I’ve been wanting to share this poem on the blog, but couldn’t figure out how to frame it. How can I make this post relevant to my readers who probably stopped by to see awesome cocktails or fitness tips from a former fit girl. But, I think that defeats the purpose of this poem. So…stop what you’re doing and rock out.
You have been given a direct order to rock the **** out.
Rock out like you were just given the last rock and roll record on earth and the minutes are counting down to flames.
Rock out like you just won both showcase showdowns.
Rock out like the streets are empty except for you, your bicycle, and your headphones.
Rock out like Publishers Clearing House is ringing your front door.
Rock out like you’ll never have to open a textbook again.
Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace.
Rock out like music is all that you got.
Rock out like you’re standing on a rooftop and the city’s as loud and glowing as a river flowing below you.
Rock out like the plane is going down, and there are 120 people on board, and 121 parachutes.
Rock out like the streets and the books are all on fire and the flames can only be extinguished by doin’ the electric slide.
Rock out like it’s Saturday afternoon and Monday was a national holiday.
Rock out like somebody’s got a barrel pointed at your temple saying ‘Rock out like your life depended on it, fool,‘ because it does.
Rock out like your eyes are fading but you still got your ears. But you don’t know for how long so rock out like 5 o’clock time, meant pop-and-lock time.
Rock out like you got a pants full of tokens and nothing to do but everything.
Rock out like you are the international ski-ball champion of the entire universe.
Rock out like the table is full. Rock out like the neighbors are away.
Rock out like the stereo’s volume knob is the figure 8 of infinity on it instead of merely numbers.
Rock out like it’s raining outside and you’ve got a girl to run through it with.
Rock out like the mangos are in season. Rock out like the record player won’t skip.
Rock out like this was the last weekend, like these were the last words, like you don’t ever want to forget how.
– Anis Mojgani