One button I'll press, a caress,
Just one stroke will suffice.
My fingers play faces, erotica quantified:
deep-set emotions reduced to one sign.
Sweet binary nothings...
All riddled with vice.
Emotional likeness is not hard to find
When all emotions are yellow, jaundice-ridden and blind
Drunk in desperation, a friend to comprehend, sublime...
To comprehend I said, when I meant analyze.
Emotional artefacts of miserable flatness
Sadness sells cheap, empathy's high on the market.
The alphabet, grown weary, would never serve me so well
I'll keep pushing your buttons, you will lift my dry spell.