Dreaming By Numbers

I have a friend in prison making registration plates I’ve given him some numbers that I hope he duplicates Once I get them on the market we will both be millionaires They have digits corresponding to some meter maids’ with airs There are hidden little magnets to hold them all in place And they sell in sets of fifty every one a different face I’ve ordered me a hundred matching troopers’ private cars If they answer all citations they will maybe move to mars I sold a hundred thousand whose owners I don’t know They ordered them by number in sets of twenty four It isn’t just the money that makes me feel so fine It’s a sense of satisfaction that approaches the divine My favorite little customer was dressed in robes of black She’s taking up collections and then she’s coming back If that’s any indication of the way the people feel They’ll be changing registration to unlisted on the wheel