I’ve heard it said
All dogs go to heav’n.
But what about us men
with hearts of dogs?
From dust we came to
dust we will return.
Comparisons to carrots,
I’d prefer.
(Don’t worry
This is meaningless.
Like everything else.)
We’re sliced, we’re diced,
we’re sacrificed like food.
As guilty men reside
as “chefs de cuisine.”
It’s meaningless,
but really quite simple:
Today’s “Chef de Cuisine’s,”
Tomorrow’s “Plate de Principal.”
the fragrance writer 