The Nose Factor
When I meet someone
I look at the eyes
So much going on there
Both truth and lies
But then it's the nose
A great solo performance
Is it a button or a whopper
Of bulbous importance
Are your nostrils on view
Can I see the insides
Hairs and mucus
Unable to hide
My eyes can't avoid
These caves of dark goo
I'm trying to ignore
Their connection to you
I want to move on
To your mouth and your teeth
But the nostrils are giving me
All sorts of grief
Being short doesn't help,
If you are over over five eight,
I've shrunk to five one
Which is up for debate
If you get too close
I can see straight up there
Spiders legs dangle
Midst sticky naze hair.
