YOU spies that pierce the mind with trenches, <br />Feasting your eyes through private panes, <br />Who, not content with Heavenly stenches, <br />Insist on taking up the drains, <br />For you I've only two suggestions, <br />Who prowl with torches in this Bog— <br />Small good you'll get from asking questions; <br />Walk on your nostrils, like a dog.<br /><br />Kenneth Slessor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/advice-to-psychologists/
