By: Cedric McClester

I wrote these words down
Tryin’ my best to please
Wishing I could write them
In classic Dylanese
But I’m not even close
Don’t say I am, to appease
‘Cuz Dylan makes me genuflect
While dusting off my knees

To make a comparison
Would clearly be a joke
I’d have to say that Dylan’s style
Borders on baroque
His lyrics are full of substance
While mine are full of smoke
And he’s become rich from his
While I remain still broke

Every writer needs a mentor
If not, then a muse
To spark their imagination
Or to light their fuse
Better that it come from them
Than from drugs or *****
So you will forgive me
If it’s Dylan that I choose

This might appear to you
As aimless chitter chatter
And while that may be true
It really doesn’t matter
‘Cuz you don’t have a clue
Whether it’s the former or the latter
And it makes no nevermind to me
If you disparage or you flatter






















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