A poem I wrote about rockstars and drugs.
Axl Rose, is so grose.
His voice so high, ectasy makes him fly.
A guy from his band named Slash, helped him earn alot of cash.
Smacked his fans with a guitar he should have stayed in a bar
Curt Cobain, went insane.
Sniffin alot of cocain, it toasted his brain
after the album smells like teen, his life turned mean.
He had rockstar fun, afterwards he found his gun.
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