Numbers

I looked at those numbers
On an old note pad I kept
For some reason or other
And wished I’d just slept.

I started writing numbers.
I thought they meant things.
Machine hums and whirrs.
I didn’t calculate, just did strings

Of numbers without meaning
Oh but I thought they meant
Something under my pen
And stopped the feeling

I was getting that was painful
And leading me into thinking
That something was going on
And that someone had a rule

By which those numbers
Were driven into my thinking,
Such that I wrote long lists
Of something close to murders.

They were about the bionic,
Biology infused with nanotechnology
Machines infiltrating my body.
Those experimenting called me sick

When really I was aware
Of the scary things they were doing
Putting humanity into despair
And I was going to be suing!

I knew that the evidence
Was in the numbers I wrote
So I kept them together
And took down the quote

I heard, as I felt the pain.
My brain could translate
The machine into its code.
I was in quite a wild state.

I looked at those numbers
On an old note pad I kept
For some reason or other
And wished I’d just slept.

Numbers

Initially NO

Seddon, Australia

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Poem, in ballad style. Possibly not a classical ballad though, so maybe not, just has the rhyme scheme of a ballad.

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