Here are some poems, in honour of Kurt Cobain, soul of a generation, and spiritual figurehead of the 90's.
Kurt - A Celebration
Kurt - voice of a generation,
Soundtrack to my masturbation.
Your music is like vegetation,
My stereo craves reformation.
Your lyrics - such self-flagellation,
Your brain is many separate sections,
Your wife gave you a strange infection,
That spread across your small erection.
Your suicide escaped detection,
Your fans waited with nervous tension,
Then learned the truth of your new obsession,
With leadlined cranial vivisection.
I pray there'll be no ressurection,
Of the alterna-revolution,
I hate you, not just on reflection,
Your mere existance fuels depression.
Buckshot To The Face
Buckshot to the face,
Your body fell with grace,
Your songs still stained the place,
Where you left the human race.
Courtney took your bread,
In the wake of your shattered head,
"Better rich than dead!"
Was all she ever said.
The jocks called you a queer,
They laugh and scull a beer.
It was pain you held quite dear,
Later, you took it in the rear.
Now, you've shot yourself,
Which is not good for your health.
Your wife will help herself,
To your bags and bags of wealth.
Kurt's Cash
Kurt had heaps of cash,
After 'Nevermind' was a smash,
Somewhere he got a rash,
Could it be from Courtney's gash?
Kurt's bank account,
Held a mighty amount,
Of precious greenbacks,
Made by his Marshall Stacks.
Your wife is such a whore,
Your music such a bore.
Your albums I abhor,
Please leave via death's door.
Kurdt Kobain Will Have His Revenge On Macleod
The jocks at my school do adore you,
And so, I truly implore you,
Blow your head off, you worthless old junky,
Your music just ain't all that funky.
The 90's produced lots of shit,
With you at the center of it,
At least you'll be dead by the middle,
Lying prone in a pool of your piddle.
Your cranial fluid does splatter,
Like a delicious Aberdeen platter,
Of freshly killed worthless grunge addict,
"Die faster!", the world gives it's verdict.
Heart Shaped Socks
Your new complaint, Kurt, can get fucked,
Your last album honestly sucked.
I laugh at your death,
And your faltering breath,
I bet that your eyebrows were plucked.
You want me to rape you, you perve?
I've only just met you - such nerve!
But for you I admit,
I'll be a nice fit,
So, I'll shag your dead corpse with much verve!
Fuck you, you floppy haired fool,
Do you honestly think you are cool?
With albums like 'Bleach',
The bullshit your teach,
Has about as much worth as my stool.
Small Apologies
When you say 'aqua seafoam' and 'shame',
The question does enter my brain,
If you're such a turd,
Who sings babbling words,
How DID you achieve such great fame?
Your metaphors shit me to tears,
People think you're confronting your fears.
But I know the truth,
You're the voice of the youth,
With the street cred of Britney Spears.
Won't you stop speaking such shit?
Are you really that keen for a hit?
You underground snob,
Please close up your gob,
Stop pretending that you're just so hip.
Pennyroyal Wee
What the fuck are you talking about?
Why does this nonsense emerge from your snout?
Please blow out your brain,
After poking a vein,
Your wife is as sexy as trout.
What the fuck are you trying to say?
How dare you claim that everyone is gay?
I ain't no queer,
But that ain't through fear,
I just don't dig no manspray.
What the fuck are you trying to do?
'In Utero's cover makes me spew,
With the babies and shit,
And no sizeable hit,
Geffen will dump you in poo.
Why the fuck aren't you dead?
Can't you hear a word that I've said?
'Please shoot off your face,
Splash it over the place,
And send me the souvenier lead.'
BONUS:
The Organ Of Corgan
Slice off the organ,
Of William Corgan.
Roast it slow,
For he is your foe.
Chop off the nuts,
And tear out his guts.
Stomp on the pelvis,
Like you're dancin' Elvis.
Kill him for sport,
Allow no retort.
His music is shit,
Like an odd-smelling tit.
Pick up the knob,
Shove it in his gob.
Then throw him real far,
From a speeding car.
The Pumpkins were lame,
It should fill you with shame,
To love William Corgan,
And his now-severed organ.