Kurt Poem by abi Whitaker
Kurt
i'm layed in bed
listening to a dead guys songs
listening to him scream
thinking
i respect you
i get you
i think i do
he killed himself
thats not cool
but it is
don't try it at home kids
where would i be without music
without rock
because i get you
i respect you
so, Kurt, if you could sing whilst dead
it'd be an upside
because i realy crave our songs
Kurt, you're a rock legend, to me
scream
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