Isn't Bob just a clumsy imitator?

user wrote:On President's Day, I decided to undrink the "Poet Laureate of Rock/Roll" PR Positioning Zim-brand Kewl-Aid distributed by Jann Weiner & Jeff Rosen, Esq. whereby I listened to 'Highway 61 Revisit' with fresh, tight, nubile virgin ears, and guess wot, the disc really wasn't so earth-shattering.

A couple years after this record came out, Bobby birthed the song about riding the bus with a comic book and that showed true real promise ... but Bobby doesn't start to get a full gust of genuine sand and chutzpah steam until he accepts Jeshua as Hashem's #1 Bloodied Lamb whereby Bobby evolves into a homeless preacher afflicted with hebephrenic schizophrenia, "Your brother named James got a decent memory but he ain't gon find no coconut bread or Erroll Flynn on the righteous path because you're a fallen woman with a swollen tongue and a soiled bed that aint even fit for hyenas." <----- REEL DEEL HOLYFIELD, (u no it, biterz)

See, this Bobby thoroughly liquidates and emulsifies Cutesy, Cap-Wearing, Hobo Bobby or Polkadot Hipster Mushmouth Speedfreek Bobby. Chubby, Badly-Bearded, Porch Whittling Bobby is not so bad himself ... thing is he sorta just sits there on the shelf ... waiting for the Gross-Man to give him two furs etc. As for Whiteface Flower-Hat Renaldo & EL Mescal Loaf - that Bobby has an OK look, problem is he's always yelling on account of pharma-grade co-cain round his yid-mane.

Woo wrote:

user wrote:

pharma-grade

Did I ever tell you all how I spent New Year's Eve 1991 with Billy Idol's coke dealer?