Serotonin Syndrome

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem for Kurt Cobain.

Submitted: April 08, 2011

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Submitted: April 08, 2011



An allegory for moire, in essence of this story, reign man’s triumph, reflected upon this quarry.

Head held before his controversial crest, pelt had the brain felt, body leaking over his cross with homemade sauce.

Sought in goth, underlining thoughts, self defying was his store bought shot.

That hour filled with demented sour has demonstrated cower, provoked a domino squander.

Summertime draws the sun that shines, when lights not in sight, neighborly clouds take back crowds and the once bestowed crown.

Had he thought, fascinated with the past, remembering things that last, inability to wear the cast.

Mid life crises, with every price had he have to roll dice, he gave mice something to share presented in their lair

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