Mr. Numbers


I wear a badge.

A badge with no name.

A badge with only numbers that identifies who I am.

People see me as this number man. 


I am one of billions.

A worker, masked in weakness.

A lover, with none to love but myself.

A number.


But I am also a man,

None like my kind; alien to my species.

I am Kubrik's Monolith.

I am  a number.


Once I step from behind the curtains to sing my Cantata,

People see the number man rich in fake meoldies

But I see an artist

Independent; Creative.


Fear masks me,

Fear of losing my numbers.

For I am the number man.

I am a number. 

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