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