Kurt Cobain was so young Sad to see this poet's gone.

Ne me parle pas de travail a la chaine Je veux pas finir comme Kurt Cobain (Don't talk to me about working on the assembly line/I don't wanna end like Kurt Cob…

Sometimes I wonder what goes on inside her mind

My favorite color is red, like the blood shed from Kurt Cobain's head, when he shot himself dead

Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their g…

That night when he went back to his hotel, he wept for his dead children and all the other castrated boys, for his own lost youth, for those who were young no …

I answer the heroic question 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is here in my heart and mind and memories.'