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Recognition

I work with security at
Bob Dylan's Malibu estate.
Neighbors started a nasty spat,
Saying their noses - I did grate,
My foul smell blowing in the wind.
Mr. Dylan defended me.
I consider him a good friend.
I'm here for his security.
The news picked up on this dispute.
Helicoptors flew overhead.
Tour buses made me a route.
My scent of celebrity spread.

My fans - they come from near and far
To see this porta potty star.