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