I do not care
what your papers say
Don't care for your former jobs
(Or how much tax you pay)
What's important
is the person behind
your social security number
(What's crowded in your mind?)
I'm worried
You are about to turn into
a shadow of your receipts
(Only consumption left of you!)
But please
understand that you are not only
a part of society's economical anatomy
(Systematically, they've measured you coldly)
You are also
the unrecorded and unfiled
your dreams and hopes
(How were you as a child?)
Under the layer of facts
You are your only evidence
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