To Frances Bean Cobain
By Melli (2000/11/28)your father was a madman,
to some he was a king,
your mother a useless wench,
a whore who couldn't sing.
you a child of tasteless fools,
a child of cowardly love,
a night of rage, a night of sex,
and they thought it was enough.
I'd take you in my home,
and mother you as I see fit,
take you from that useless hag,
and that life of pseudo-wit.
a coward you called father,
a vile mother they chose for you,
a life of endless insanity,
a life of pointless woo.