As long as I breathe, I am going to embarrass myself.
I can see myself, night after hot-cheeked night,
tossing in bed after the party
or when I've just paid cash for the wrong car,
my slow, slit-eyed sensibility wide awake 
now, going over and over the humiliation
till I can't even stand my own skin
or to be me in it.

But there's no way out.
It's my nature, a large-pawed puppy
wagging its tail all over the place
flat out eager for the lean red meat.