Enter Roland

It’s strange what making an entrance demands
When you can’t quite fit like a cookie cut
Bend at angles too odd for even math folks to measure
Contort you so you out-Dali Dali
Deflate to a puddle on a boneless chicken ranch
So twist and turn your real self to try to fit the norm
Until that box they want to jam you in
Takes off your head to cram you in
A rather rough affray, my friend
But never need you fear
You can still express your individuality
Make a singular impression on the madding crowd
When you sling that Thompson in ahead
Of your trigger singing song