Chiquita Bananas

When we were children we peeled the labels off Chiquita bananas and
stuck them on one another's noses.

Now that we are grown who knows what labels you will affix to this
   fragile nose of mine that so bravely presents itself to the world
   hoping to blend inconspicuously with other noses and not stand out
   (at least not more than it is the nature of noses to stand out)

That it will pass,

In short,

For an ordinary nose?

But should you peel away my peeling and speculate on the nature of the vulnerability
   beneath to aid you in selecting a label from
   some nasty little book penned by some nasty
   little unmasker of humanity,

Then who knows what label I in turn might stick upon your nose which has so rudely
intruded into my business?

Who knows,

You Chiquita banana, you?