We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I have a book, published in 1974 (probably purchased it in '77, quite possibly in East Berlin, but that's foggy_), titled "Bob Dylan - Writings and Drawings". Its 460 pages of the stuff. I imagine he's got 10 times as much nowadays. He's never stopped. Call it lyrics or poetry or art of some or none of each.
He's unique. I love "Desolation Row". This is the best version I've heard.