My nose is still here,
It is not removed.
My nose is still here,
Which goes to prove,
My nose hasn't moved.

My nose is still here,
It is always static.
It sits between my eyes.
Never erratic.
Nor made of plastic.

My nose is still here,
It never voices a complaint.
Though poised over my mouth,
It never contradicts my spoken words,
No matter how absurd.

My nose is still here,
I will follow it.
My nose is still here,
It leads the way.
Where my nose goes,
I goes.