Kurt Donald Cobain
Kurt Cobain in a dark, dank lair. No air.
Black rain.
Dark luck.
Cold and curt, I rub it in and I look at it.
On a track, I blurt it out! I turn it out!
DIRT, RANK.
BOLD. I BURN. I BARK!
I turn it on! I ruin it!
A cool burn-out.
Rank. Loud. Cold.
I run to a dark cold lair and I RAIL!
A runt can drink and ail.
I turn into a no-brain drunk.
ACTION!
An actor told Kurt: Don’t drink!
I drink, and I drink, and I drink.
I can’t act, but I can turn out a bold act.
I can turn it on!
I can crank it and I can bank it.
I took it, I drank it, and I laid out cold.
A BAD brat. A dolt.
Bank on a rank turd and no-brain dick on brink to ruin luck - on a lark!
DRUNK!
I told Kurt to cut it out, but Kurt took it!
I CAN’T TALK TO KURT!
And look! Look at BLOOD!
Kurt Cobain band brand not in a rut - doin’ ok …
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