Irrational

I’m two sixty-three fifty-four,
I’m not a copy,
I don’t dream
about
sheep.

I’m not prisoner number six,
I am a person;
Remember,
one’s the
boss.

I’m forty-two and fifty-four,
am I your answer?
Don’t panic –
just drink
up.

Attuned to two point three four two;
You’re my one constant
I won’t call
for eight
years.

I’m three point one four one five
Nine to forever;
On and on,
on I
go.

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