You’re number 870 nine trillion noughts.

I tried to put my card in the right slot
Then  why it asked my number, I forgot
The people waiting all began to moan
So I took their picture with my mobile phone.

I’m posting it on Twitter for  the fame
It’s about time I  found  some other folks to blame
I never sign a cheque nor write with pens
As my spectacles have lost their plastic lens.

I sat down on an armchair in the Bank
And  as I did I felt my spirits sink
How will I get money or pay bills?
By the way, I just made 9 new wills.

After I had  used a credit card
I went outside; I felt my morning marred.
Then  suddenly  my PIN came to my mind
My face smoothed out and lost those extra lines.

I might have it tattooed on my arm
An action that the  Nazis would   acclaim
They numbered  Jews of Europe, stamped on them;
That was when the countdown was begun.

How they tried to take their dignity.
The Jews recited Kaddish quietly
They praised Lord G-d and thanked him,  giving praise
For G-d is most mysterious in her ways.

The Nazis were the first to number man.
And decorate our arms with numbers, what elan.
But now the government seems over-kind.
Or else I’m stupid, mad and  going blind

Numbers have their place but we need names
We’re human, we live in a larger  frame
Once we were baptised   and  named to G-dW
We’re  digits now, machines can hold the Rod.

For numbers need no spelling  like words do
My name is Thornthwaite, morning, how d’ye do?
It’s so difficult to spell, it makes folk shout.
You’re number 870 nine trillion noughts.

One day  soon they’ll have us microchipped
They’ll herd us into lines with their strong whips.
And as we  read the Fifty Shades we  know
The forest glades are better than Soho.


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I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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