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.