Nose Job

An unexpected consequence

Of mine (and one that shows how well

It really went, in a scary sense)

Is at its most perceptible

When I happen to observe a nose

With the hump of  which my nose is rid

(Though not my psyche, you’d suppose)

And feel the sighting visited

By what a lord might call a kind

Of  pity: distant, tinged with scorn...

A thing you’d more expect to find

In someone to his beauty born.