How does the Bob Dylan song (lyrics and live version below) qualify as a poem?  How can it be applied to Paul Dunbar's We Wear the Mask and our friend Connie in Oat's short story "Where are you going

How does the Bob Dylan song (lyrics and live version below) qualify as a poem?  How can it be applied to Paul Dunbar's We Wear the Mask and our friend Connie in Oat's short story "Where are you going?  Where have you been?"

You must write 2 reasons why it can be applied to Dunbar's poem and 2 reasons why it can be applied to Connie.

This is worth the most so give me a full answer. feel free to use quotes from the song.

  Actual lyrics to "Like A Rolling Stone":

Once upon a time you dressed so fineYou threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”You thought they were all kiddin’ youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hangin’ outNow you don’t talk so loudNow you don’t seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feelHow does it feelTo be without a homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itAnd nobody has ever taught you how to live on the streetAnd now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to itYou said you’d never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but now you realizeHe’s not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clownsWhen they all come down and did tricks for youYou never understood that it ain’t no goodYou shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for youYou used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a Siamese catAin’t it hard when you discover thatHe really wasn’t where it’s atAfter he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty peopleThey’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it madeExchanging all kinds of precious gifts and thingsBut you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babeYou used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuseWhen you got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music