Mr. Numbers
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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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