The Sick Nose (Homage to William Blake)

The Sick Nose

O Nose thou art sick.
The invisible germ,
That flies in the night
In the drunken dorm:

Has found out thy hole
Thy nostril, oy!
And his dark secret mind
Does thy strife enjoy.

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