I took note of your scathing criticism.
It’s the best joke of the century.
Hell, even of the millennium!
“You should’ve learned how to change.”
Change? CHANGE?!
I changed so hard I broke the mirror
And swallowed the shards for breakfast!
(The taste is particularly exquisite)
(Taste? Heck, you can call it a rebranding!)
(With a side of narcissism and a pinch of performance — natural for an artist!)
(Believe me — it digests easier)
(And leaves less of an aftertaste)
I became:
Gene Kingstone,
Ásgeir Geirmundsson,
Frodo Clayhanger,
Rakin Badr Shamoon,
Ouya Ishikawa,
René Bérubé,
Sargent Fresne,
Fabien Giroux.
Eight names, a thousand apologies.
Eight lives, and not a single one wasted.
Look at the barrel you set aflame!
And I’m the neologism you feared to create.
A poem about identity.