Touch Poem by Barry Middleton

I am so in touch with touch,
deceit cannot touch me.

All I see is photoshopped.
You won't slip much by me.

I don't believe the things I hear.
The truth is much maligned.

I do not trust a single word,
though thoughtfully refined.

I have a taste for bitterness,
for sweetness turns to grief.

Just a hint of saccharine,
kindles my disbelief.

I know that I can smell a lie.
Perfume cannot fool me.

And if it stinks, it stinks I think.
I think you must agree.

I do not hold with second sight.
I won't stand for pretense.

Only things that I can touch,
to me, make any sense.