Like this: Like that

Like a phantom wandering round
Like a tower falling down
Like a rose upon the ground
I am under a spell

Like a sheep with no wool
Like a matador without his bull
Like a push after a pull
I am not well

Like a junkie without his fix
Like a hen with dying chicks
Like a house made of small sticks
I'm rung like a bell

Like the demon and his goat
Like the burning, gas-filled moat
Like a quickly sinking boat
My rhymes I write to sell