Touch Pads Poem by Douglas Scotney

Noses that did better cauterized fully or in part,
because too sensitive to delight or fart,
now are controlled by a touch pad on your heart
that varies the impact of delight or smart.

The one under the chin you touch for taste,
anywhere you scratch varies feeling,
and behind your ear is the one for hearing.

But, unusually,
our gods' idea of a joke, I suppose,
you see someone you can't stand the sight of,
you stick a finger up your nose.