I try to comport myself in a manner befitting...
I dress myself, but I keep falling over
Flesh is everybody's
That which makes a fridge, makes me
Molecules are insignificant, like breathing,
important as each other
I am still Douglas A. Grave in my mind,
Stalwart bore of the ages, digging his whole
mind up. Making it.
Flesh is everbody
Poor old Doug(s),
in collected earth