"AinT GoT No How WhaTchumacalliT!" (Kurt Cobain Tribute)
04-19-2007
To those who had known him a while, the jovial smile bestowed by this child...
...Was thrown to beguile, masking the one thing he'd hold in revile -
His parent's divorce!
An unbearably fraught event which left him fairly distraught...
...And it was there in the courts, where he was taught to avoid sharing his thoughts.
The air of remorse, shrouding the issue...
...Made it one he'd never dare to discourse.
Kurt became reclusive, and remained secluded in the bedroom where he played his music.
He'e tape acoustic sets from each of his favourite acts, to play them back...
...holding a great attachment, to what each sixty-minute tape would capture.
Elated rapture beamed from his face, as Kurt embarked...
...To purchase his first guitar, which played a major factor in his change of stature.
He strangled the strings, and sang with a grimace as the anger within him...
...Was channeled and driven, through those amateur hands with precision.
And Kurt roared with angst long before the chance had arisen...
...To pour his vast lyricism over coarse clamorous rhythms!
The rasping emission of his howling vocal chords, evoked applause...
...And of his own accord, Kurt was shown a warmth he'd never known before.
His well honed performance soon pertained a slew of rave reviews...
...As on stage he moved, in a way attuned to captivate the room.
The dreary basement proved of great refuge to one so hate consumed...
...A place removed of all the tasteless rumours that shaped his mood.
And here Kurt became marooned with papers strewn around his desk...
...He found it kept him grounded nestling down in his surrounding mess.
But inside the basement, Kurt's eyes awakened with wide elation...
...As they fell on the pine encasement aligned adjacent that tried his patience.
In there he would find an ancient shotgun that was primed and waiting...
...For Kurt to pen his final statements, in a song with no rhyme or cadence.
How could one so silent natured, of grown so tortured in measure?
To those who had known him a while,
That jovial smile will haunt us forever.
