Write Me Up
I see him out of the corner of my eye,
he’s looking at me as he’s writing word after word down,
it’s both scary and interesting;
he’s writing what I just said which is freaky and a bit creepy
but it’s also pretty cool that I, one of 7 billion people,
made it onto that notepad.
He hands me the paper,
I look down and see some words,
but they aren’t mine,
and then I see some numbers.
Frowning, but knowing he’s to be respected,
I say “Thank you officer. Have a nice day.”