Ah, so this is it,

What you wanted after all.

Not the reassurance of a friend,

No songs, no words, no calm.

You sought no warmth, no comfort,

Not the pull of an embrace.

No safety, no security,

Nor the sunlight on your face.

Not a car, not a house,

Not even a new boat.

No, all you wanted 

Was my little vote.

So, here you go!

I click your hollow button

And red gushes through.

Your number ticks up

With jubilant animation.

There’s a rush of replica hearts

Floating to the top of the charts.

And surely, now surely,

You are smiling.

Your face alight

By the cold glow

Of a screen.