All day I measure noses.
People are brought before me.
My brass calipers never lie.

If the nose is long enough,
I give that person a card.
If not, I shrug and smile.

I keep meticulous records.
Research: self is a science.
Nature's laws are exact.

The sun is savage here,
burns my nose quite raw.
I haven't caught brain fever,

yet many have: a few
even died. The women here
are lovely. I shouldn't say so.