Numbers

They make the world go 'round, don't they?

One you are. Is that enough?

Two it takes to tango - or more.
Perhaps three or four.
I know where the numbers sit.
Put them in lines until they fit.
A balance, stark upon the screen.
Meals, tickets, things unseen.

A few zeros in the wrong place can crush you like an insect.
They intersect and commune,
and there's never going to be enough room for them all.
They fill you up.
Have a care that they don't consume.

Banks, balances, bills, checks.
Lead us all a merry chase.
There might be a crash, a slump, a wreck
if numbers fall out of place.

I'll crack the whip and make them dance.
For my safety.
Security social.
An uprising, a numbing.
The signals on the screen can make or break you.
So have a care.

Have a care that they don't consume.

They make the world go 'round.