a poem for my step-son on the occasion of his grade eight graduation

Elaborate your power Scale with finesse up the tower and SHAKE THOSE WHO WILL NOT ROCK! Break the ties that choke the mind Breathe deep and smile Pause, for a while Walk a mile without your shoes Dance to the blues Burn up the dung Clear out the grief in the lungs Suck on a cool plum Master the art of thumb twiddling Play fiddle, pound drums, doesn't matter Make pancake batter Shatter the brain games that drain the main Bask in the flask of inspiration BE THE NATION! Enjoy the creation