I am supposed to lov the number four

it is this very didget that i am forced to grittingly adore

I am supposed to be apart of the number four

but i am no more apart of the number four than pece belonged in the cold war

But i am still supposed to love the number four

But when it comes to words I can't commit ink to paper, not even a single underscore

to be honest I hate the number four

I hate how there are only four seats in our car

I hate how there are only four servings in our jars

I hate how in family photes there are only four faces

I hate when they pack they only have four suit cases

I hate the new house with two rooms but with only four spaces

I hate that when you gather a pair of each of your shoes there are only four laces

I hate the number four, I hate how perfect it is

what happened to the great of five fronteir? 

it is like saying, "Hey five just disappear"

Peple say tell them how you feel but no matter what, I think i was allways be of infinate deprive

I hate the number four because i am number five