How does it feel? <br />To catch the bouquet of broken faces <br />An attempt to appeal to the youth who already adored you <br />That beautiful key with the lonesome voice <br />But she won't open your door <br /> <br />How does it feel? <br />To alter the hem of your royal days <br />How it billowed out so gracefully <br />But you stomped it out <br />Then you 'saved yourself' with the bitter taste still in your mouth <br /> <br />Oh, you knew how it felt <br />'To be without a home <br />Like a complete unknown <br />Like a rolling stone...' <br /> <br />But botox don't make it any better <br />Just unravel this golden tapestry <br />That old familiar sweater <br />So the pop crowd will buy your cd's <br />And your Hip Hop goddess will love you<br /><br />Audrey Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-bob-dylan-you-are-dead-to-me/
