We no longer need our names,
As numbers take their place,
If you don’t know your number,
Then nobody knows your face.
You have a real big problem,
But you really won’t be missed,
Although you may not know it
Your numbers on the list!
Mixed up with all the others
The lists go up and down
Through the wires and in the air
Of city street and town.
Your number being selected,
May make you happy or sad,
A winning number Lotto ticket,
Would never be so bad,
But when your last numbers up,
Then there’s nowhere else to go,
You find yourself on one last list
With a string tied round your toe.
You no longer need your number,
As your body turns cold and blue
And you lose your digits one by one
Or maybe two by two!