…If Pinocchio dances, <br />No strings to the ceiling, <br /> <br />…If I brush your arms closely, <br />No threads of attraction, <br /> <br />If it all came to terms <br />And a grip could be given, <br />My desires were realized, no <br />Nook and no cranny, <br />You would be the crook, I suppose, <br />I, just the dummy. <br /> <br />And I would be the wooden man. <br /> <br />I am not real. <br />I am not sad.<br /><br />Michael Timothy Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-pinocchio/
