How does it feel?
To catch the bouquet of broken faces
An attempt to appeal to the youth who already adored you
That beautiful key with the lonesome voice
But she won't open your door

How does it feel?
To alter the hem of your royal days
How it billowed out so gracefully
But you stomped it out
Then you 'saved yourself' with the bitter taste still in your mouth

Oh, you knew how it felt
'To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone...'

But botox don't make it any better
Just unravel this golden tapestry
That old familiar sweater
So the pop crowd will buy your cd's
And your Hip Hop goddess will love you

Audrey Stephenson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-bob-dylan-you-are-dead-to-me/