The Social Ladder. Poem by Douglas McClarty

My 'friends' who think they might just know me,
in their passing hours, will they give me a tiny thought.

Did I enlighten just one or more for a single moment,
are there days when our thoughts might connect.

Uncle john, I wrecked his only old black bike,
kissed a girl in a bus shelter on a shivering night.

Had a winning ticket, thousands lost that night,
I told them all, yes it was me, I posted the details.

How many votes will I get from what I displayed,
would they stop to tick the box just for me, please.

Did you think of me after you got your final count,
could have been my tick that got you 'one sixty one'.

I got fifty likes today, showing a picture of a dog,
last week I got five for posting a selfie of me.

Elvis would have got five million if he were alive,
my life is now about results from all my 'friends'?

I got depressed this morning not a single like,
I posted my hundredth picture I took last night.

I thought I looked great from that right side view,
the results are in, I can't change what they think.

My worst nightmares, bad dreams on a screen,
have my never met 'friends' turned their backs on me.

Like and love have the same meaning in this book,
numbers, triple digits important on 'this social ladder'.