Saint Cobain, never met you.
But, deep down,
We're the same.
Why is it, when we feel
We feel with emotional severity,
Like a vicious memory
Ambient pain without form,
Summer electrical storm?
Why do we lose rational control,
Suffer aneurysms of soul?
Seriously,
Why couldn't we just be
Just two paintbrushes
Streaking across a canvas sky,
Gold streaks on blue?
Rugged mongrels who roam
Free dogs majestic
Green grass runnin'
Home-searchin',
Two free dogs,
Magnificently abandoned.
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