Red pen letter,
Cardigan sweater,
Half-life living
Little or no control,
Soul of Kurt Cobain.
Rebel and poet,
Where did you go?
Go ask them, ask them!
But they don't know
Except perhaps,
That man who sold the world.
Red pen letter,
Cardigan sweater,
Roamed for years in distant lands,
Searching for what some call home.
We don't like humans,
But love them anyway.
Kurt Cobain,
Heart of sadness
Smashed against a stone.
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