Anoint me with your soothing voice

To break the anxiousness of this atrocious noise

Caused by screaming scattered scapegoats

Stop the atrophy of their atonal brains

The boiling waters in these torrent rains

Of their squalid squeamish eggshell minds

Bob Dylan is moaning  his usual way

Hail and glory to human decay

And all the bloody bleeding blurts

Make sure that the half healed heel still hurts

And all the bloody bleeding blades

Make sure that the smelly small man still hates

As he hugs his one-eyed doll against his fragile shoulder

Now I'm  30 years older

Stumbling screaming falling on his knees

Shouting, crying

It's alright Ma,  I'm only dying

© Rob klein Goldewijk