Dogless

I try to wear; I dress myself, with confidence,

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),

collective meat,

in collected earth