TO A STIGMA OF A FLOWER

Pardom my cross-pollination, Guy Lafleur; we'll
Never see your A-game hairline again. Take me to
The devil's rejects and make me like it. Sell it
To me hard, with or without the apostrophe. Leave
The accent ague for some pretentious fuck, but
Remember: you owe your uncle big time. Qualify at
Lunchtime to a basement full and don't spare the
Self-pitying drama. You'll never know how real now
Is, because even with two ears you're all talk.