If Your Favorite Number Is Not 7 Poem by RIC BASTASA

Your musings are fine, seven is so slender
Perhaps slippery to hold and be with
It may fold and not so enduring
Seven is too sharp and may hurt you
Though others may have thought that there is luck
Or even something magical to its past
And it is not puzzling or even tickling
You want the 9, this number completes you
I guess, you never wanted the 8
With two circles one above the other
There is no place anymore where you can be in
And stay contented for a while
8 is 8, it is complete by itself
With a nine as your favorite, don’t blame me
If I may think that in all your life
You have been a 6 thru and thru
Me? Try asking me
I like being alone, and so I have always preferred
Not 2, not 3, not 4,5,
You have taken 6
And he is 9
You junked 8 and I junked it too
I like being alone, so I will take one

but really, after so much musings
in real, and for real, i live in 2
i almost died taking the number 1

turning negative 1 sometimes.