Numbers help me free my mind,
cast my troubles all behind.
When I worry about war,
I think sixes, nothing more.
And when pain of hunger scores,
think of eights, in fields of fours.
When pure hatred gets to me,
I must simply conjure three.
When I need to ease the blues,
no sweat, I envision twos.
Feel the need to combat crime?
Here’s the mantra: just say nine.
For specific knives and guns.
it’s real simple: fives and ones.
Seven lives in number heaven.
One last super hero: zero!