Can someone point me towards some bob dylan backgrounds for myspace?

Can you give opinions on my poem?

• "Questions In My Head" We argue over silly things Like who's gonna win the game Yet we can't even remember each others names We hear others imposing on our happiness Unfortunately that's just the way it is There's really no point in asking it People try to undermine rap But listen to similar sounds Will someone please tell me the meaning of that It's hard to explain art Most just don't get it Not unless they are going to benefit from it Unfortunately that's just the way it is There's really no point in asking it Music once intended for the heart Is now leaving us with sorrows It's as if we have forgotten morals One minutes there's a deep message Then the next it's just a song As if they expect us to go along There's no point in asking it Let's analyze Bob Dylan Since we can't find answers It'll make us feel better We can question Einstein's sanity Or Marilyn Monroe's vanity Let's tell someone their God if a fake It's okay to come and unmercilessly take Isn't it nice to not ask of it All your life you've been stereotyped Then when someone like them likes you for who you are You deliberately pick a fight For exactly the same reasons as others have done to you You expect the person to be the same You're afraid your opinion will change Did John Lennon believe in God Are the rumors of Marilyn Manson true Is Madonna really the Queen of Pop Was Nixon legit in what he did Have we kept secrets hid It's funny we don't know the answer We'll never know by going about it in this manner If I ask Joni Mitchell anything Will she tell me the truth Is it possible for the light to be seen Is Tupac not really dead Is marijuanna really good Are the police as ****** up as N.W.A said Cause sometimes I wonder that in my head Lately that question's been in my head As for why women cheat That is actually quite complicated But who's to say a man's reason is weak The littlest problem in marriage Ends in divorces nowadays People don't even try to repair it It's as if we don't have any merit The times are coming to an end without merit One time a boy ripped up my songs I guess he was jealous he couldn't write Nonetheless, I still miss my poems Sometimes being the bigger person May end up in hurting Your own pride and you'll start cursing Questioning yourself will make you start cursing

• Answer:

  Not quite sure what to make of this... it's like you start off making a commentary on rap/poetry and then kinda go four or five different sideroads before coming back... is that your intent? If so, what are you trying to accomplish with it? Also, doing it this way has an impact on the reader, as I didn't find it enjoyable to read after the first sideroad. It's kinda like you wanted to make a rap and a poem and ended up with something that wasn't quite either one. That being said, I think that you can polish it into something great. I would start by breaking it up into stanzas and making sure that each stanza addresses what I want it to and is connected to the whole... or if it isn't you have a reason why. Good luck!