I am a Number
I do not like to be controlled.
I am controlled.
Every time I use my computer or purchase something my tastes and preferences are noted. My choices are analysed and I am then presented with other options that will appeal to my demographic.
I am a number in a commercial racket.
I am a statistic on a graph.
I am categorized.
I can be taken for granted.
I can be wooed.
It is so easy to fall into this trap as your preferences are manipulated and you are presented with dreams, aspirations and nudged down an avenue towards the nirvana of possession.
We are numbers in a game that is busy devouring the world to create wealth for a minority. We are plied with goods, entertainment, distraction and life-styles.
It’s all good – as long as we do not think about it too deeply.
I am a Number
I am a number
I do not know what I think,
Fed with all my preferences
And narcotised with drink.
I am a statistic
To be analysed in the tank
A consumer
To provide figures
In someone else’s bank.
My needs are measured
As I am fed with dreams,
Thoughts and aspirations –
Nothing is as it seems.
A plastic universe
Surrounds me in full 3D.
A ring through my nose
Leads me to its melody.
What I think
And who I am
Is guided
By a group
Of businessmen.
They know best.
What if everyone was free
To think
And do what they wish?
Who would know
What products
To stream
Through the satellite dish?
Best that someone thinks
For me
Keeps me happy
With a head full of air;
Entertained
And distracted
So I don’t have to care.
I am a number
I do not do what I dare.
Opher 15.8.2015
