If I could write like Dylan,
I’d give my soul, god willin’.
I’d kill to write one "Maggie’s Farm."
For "Winterlude," I’d do some harm.
I’d chop off both thumbs and a toe
to pen a "Desolation Row."
Could I create "Masters of War,"
I’d live out life as a crack whore.
I’d do penance for all who’ve sinned
for just one "Blowin’ In The Wind."
I’d even die for just a smidgen
of his songs about religion.

(Bob went electric 7/25/65.)