so there i am
outside bob dylan's dressing room
waiting for him to exit
so i can get an autograph
he opens the door
fuck
what a bad time i pick
to have a crap on the floor
i waited all my life to see mr.dylan
and now that i finally do
he is watching a turd
come out of my ass
all i can think to say is
"sorry"
and "can you play blowin' in the wind???"
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