Cobain

Congratulations are in order

How terrible I must feel

You were the line and border

With collapsed veins, so ideal

And always more to reveal

Finally, that great escape

That gave the world a little shake

Salutations for a martyr

How the skin rotted, but first, peeled

You made this seem like a brief disorder

I’m talking about the fucking wheel

Immortality is firmly sealed

That love of yours, what was its shape

That still keeps the mouths agape?