Digit Age

We’re prisoners of society.

We are numbers on a page.

We haven’t got a name at all.

         You can call this the digit age.

Oh-six-one, three-two-six, four-six-nine,

Three-five-one-one...How they rage.

Oh-nine-five-three-two-nine-oh-two-seven,

         That’s my name in the digit age.

We’re enslaved to the email password

And wired to a cell phone cage.

We are base ten numbers, nameless

         And faceless in the digit age.