…If Pinocchio dances,
No strings to the ceiling,

…If I brush your arms closely,
No threads of attraction,

If it all came to terms
And a grip could be given,
My desires were realized, no
Nook and no cranny,
You would be the crook, I suppose,
I, just the dummy.

And I would be the wooden man.

I am not real.
I am not sad.

Michael Timothy Rose

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-pinocchio/