So...I've been listening to Bob Dylan

People sleep and tyrants fall,
They do not seem to know at all,
That even though the crimes are small,
The people when in need they call,
To bring assistance when they crawl,
Sick, Twisted out of a bathroom stall,
They do not seem to know that they aren't really with them.

Because once the help has gone back home,
To retake their own private throne,
They have their own problems or so they've shown,
They were only in your immediate zone,
When you happened to pick up the telephone,
You tell them that your fears have grown,
They don't seem to want to be overthrown,
You were only looking for your brush and comb when you cracked your back, you fell and what is it you should do now?

For many years you've grown and aged,
The time has come for the final page,
Of the novel that's kept you in your cage,
Submitting to the eternal rage,
That's been built and saved from being enslaved,
Being over worked and under payed,
You've been on the conveyor belt of dreams for much too long now.

Much to late and much to fast,
The time has come to give your cash,
And bet on whether this will be the last,
Conversation you have before you crash,
And burn the sails of your weathered mast,
The lock and key the mortal stash,
Keeps all of your emotions under wraps,
But now that its the final end with whom is it that you speak too?

You bring your wallet and w2,
A portrait of what you think and view,
The promised land will give to you,
Will it matter what it is that you've been through,
Will it fit you like a pair of shoes,
Or is it the same for the solemn few,
Who trial by fire and make it too,
This place where all is true and true,
If its the same for all who loose their lives, isn't that considered socialist?

(Just felt like writing it)

 

... but it's—all—right—ma: I'm only sighing.

 

dylan sold his soul to the devil, he admits this too.

 

He also had a christian gospel album. Imagine that

 

What are you trying to say to me ?

 

I did not enjoy this, nor the rhyme scheme. Blah work is uninspiring work.

 

Well your a confusing one, aren't ya. Appreciate your feedback.

 

You are welcome. Honesty is respect.

 

Well I certainly applaud you for figuring out so many rhymes and making it all make sense.