The Rock n' Roll Spirit of John Goodman (Is In Me)

returning home

                You see, I fell off my bicycle and found myself in Sweden. Then I flew away to the Chinaland. But the soil was too rich there and the rice too thick and so many men carried me back the way I had flown, across a bridge of boats that spanned the nineteen seas and then three more. I flew atop their backs and lived a short life as a man floating on men. I was no king but I knew the royal life. When they panted I would laugh and press my button that said “Faster” and soon we would be gliding along with no reason to stop, inching past the waves beneath or slippery toes, and when one would slip I would laugh and press my button again.

                I stepped out into the night and found something new to cry about.