How high was a nose meant to go? Was it meant to reach Mars? Was it meant to be a ladder to both near and far, To the way far beyond and the far beyond stars?
How high was a nose meant to go? Was it meant to be raised up to the sun on a pole? Was it meant to sniff clouds and those lovely bows, And breathe comet dust in a breathable boast?
How high was a nose meant to go? Was it meant as an ornament for onlooking eyes, Combing and surveying air instead of people passing by, So the friendliest friends can breathe lovelorn sighs?
Those friendliest friends are the first despised.
How high was a nose meant to go? The one pointed down will be the one pointed out, The one smelling the floor will be rejected and fought, The nose pointed down, broken with blood on the ground.