Numbers

Calculate me!
Tell me my number, hell
just tattoo it on my forehead,
so forevermore I shall
repel whom I hold dearest.

Day in day out they walk
in and out, with one thing gone:
their souls.
Lost to numbers, used to
replace their minds
with 10 new things to
worry about.

One: you shall not speak
even when spoken to
your voice shan't breach
the safety of your inner sanctum.

Two: remember who you are
not who you were, for if you do
we'll label you "disturbed"
and confine you to your thoughts.

With smiles from ear to ear, I
see them standing here, in front
of me. Awaiting whichever command.
I may give.
Yes, this is it.
The way to live.




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