I bought six sunflowers at Sundays farmers market
The one near Selma and Vine
I took them all home put them into a big green vase
And they were pretty
I was proud they were mine
They brought fire into my house for six or so days
Soon they were droopy I thought
Hmm, time pays
But one just kept on burning
Like she was looking me in the eye
Saying fuck you bitch
Am gonna live without the soil, the sun, the sky
Even tho I have no roots and I'm dismembered and on display
I will burn
You'll drink my like blood til consumption is pass