Feminists Killed Kurt Cobain

Feminists killed Kurt Cobain

Men my age are all the same

They hate themselves & feel ashamed

For what they are & cannot change

Little heads filled up with lies

Raised only to apologize

For thousand-year conspiracies

In gender-studies histories

Put down at home, drugged up at school

Helped to sit still & follow rules

Help follow what their teachers say

Look, see how well the girls behave

Men chastised, demonized,

Healthy males pathologized

A man is just a dirty ape

Longing, lust, desire: all rape

Your body is a loaded gun

And all that it has done is wrong

Girls demands are sacrosanct

Boys complaints beneath contempt

A ‘good’ man knows his sex is bad

The life of ease that he has had

A good man turns his back on men

Puts women first in everything

White knights, on their hobbled steeds

Still cling to laws of chivalry

Passed over by the queens they save

A joke to all the other slaves

Ashamed of all their endless wealth,

Those riches that they’ve never held,

The privilege we’ve never felt

Only endless shame

All of us the sons of Cain

Feminists killed Kurt Cobain.

Feminists killed Kurt Cobain

Who’d rather die than bear that blame

That curse he carried from the womb

Still with him laid out in the tomb

He screamed onstage & pierced his flesh

Put on make-up, wore a dress

Numbed the pain when he could score

Then shot his face across the floor

Feminists killed Kurt Cobain

Men my age are all the same

Generations X & Y

Hate themselves & want to die

Too late for them, too late for me

We’ve been what we were made to be

Can’t turn back, can’t start again

But then no-one can, I wonder when

The tide will turn, the waves will part

Our lives were laid out from the start

A man today’s no easy ride:

Three-fourths of all the suicides

Nine-tenths of all the deaths at work

And more in war, dead in the dirt

Under hateful ideology

Hatred becomes ordinary:

A man in pain should make us glad

A man in pain should make us laugh

Each loss for men, each tragedy

Crowed over like a victory

A victory for who? Are we

not one? Are we not family?

Does our thirst not match your need?

If you cut us, don’t we bleed?

Don’t we grieve, just like you do?

Your loved ones torn away from you?

We used to walk in sunny glades

& share the cup of blessed rain

Warm each other winter nights

Watch children play through summer’s light

Work together in the fields

Share the bounty of their yield

Stand together, sacrifice

& not be bought for any price

Now the girls get told get what you can

After all, he’s just a man

You’re right to think it’s right to take

Yes you go girl, you make him pay

The girls get taught they must get on

Like work empowered anyone:

To sell your life for dollar bills

Taking calls & stacking shelves

In offices & factories

Fulfilment sought in drudgery

I’m dreaming of a brighter age

Where all are loved, where all are praised

For what they are, what nature made

Its words are heard & ways obeyed

Where prison rape is not a joke

To decent, well-raised gentlefolk

And mutilated genitals

A horrifying spectacle

No matter which land they occur

Regardless if they’re his or hers

I’m dreaming, & I dream alone

This world’s insane, as we all know

I sit & wait, I hope, I pray

The human race will find its way,

Again

Feminists killed Kurt Cobain

Men my age are all the same

They hate themselves & feel ashamed

For what they are & cannot change

Too late for them, too late for me

I can’t say what is going to be

This age will pass, & all within

& these words too, & me, & him

Where to next, nobody knows

The light is dim. But still it glows

(February 20, 1967 – April 5, 1994)