Your numbered tattoo, it does not dread me.
Your serial killer number, It does not impress me.
I am afraid I am not a child anymore, and you pat on my head.
I am the ever changing gap between the parasite and your skin.
I am the worst line you can think of in an air conditioned furnace.
This is what your numbered tattoo created -
A mime shoving his bullshit words to get a place in the world.
© Nadav Yama