Oh no, I can't find my brain, I think i left it on the train, So long I go I can't remember, My own name. I am 238.2, I am very pleased to meet you, When we are all just numbers see what we can do? symbols are so much easier to read than faces, Numbers can be sent to the harshest places, And we let the darkness come over them, Just like backspace on a keyboard. 6.2, can that be you? I cannot see you they took the beholder's eye, I cannot tell you from pi. The man who sent you to die, He told me what was beautiful, and he put me in a cage for not believing, He said my eye was decieving, And I cannot find my way out of this prison the put me in. I don't care if I lose or win. I just want some piece of mind, Something I cannot find, Sitting in the number line. Humans are just numbers in your coporate game. Give them a number its not the same, Life is not something a number can possess...
Well, the way i see it, the enemy as I like to call them, anyone who exploits people's suffering for profit, be it the president or a corporation, thinks in Number and not faces. I was originally going to talk about perscribing drugs, Ironically, chronicalling my ten years completely doped up on prozac and other drugs. What they did was they put me on so many pills that didn't make sense to go together until this depressed kid also had ADHD, Bi Polar, Schizophrenia, and OCD. But they didn't care about treating the original problem or the ones that were not real, just side affects from being on 6 medications taking twenty pills a day. Because I kept buying. Funny, I make poetry up on the spot. So it changes the original meaning. But every group like I mentioned that exploits suffering sees money as more human and people are numbers... statistics.
pleased to meet you, inimitable 238.2 numbers are efficient and (since one is not two, and two is not three, yadda yadda) unique. isn’t that good? phonebooks would be half the size, without names, redundant names. john smith alone would close landfills. backspace, erase me from the computer? that doesn’t sound bad either. i like camping. 238 Point Two? you should be happy you have a decimal. i’m citizen one billion two hundred and forty-five million four hundred and twenty thousand nine hundred and seventy-one. 30 years ago Numbers (named after the God of music and poetry, the leader of the muses [plus 11] {‘supose it’s all about balance, god and numbers, Apollo and 11]}), were landing in the sea of tranquility. what's my point... beats me, i'm just happy my parenthetical three-some cherry's been popped! um... eulogise the guinea pig martyr the mouse praise prescriptions modern medicine a balanced diet and exercise has made me immortal…
