Up To One Or A Ton?

You see it here and there. At many a lair. The numbers game is had. Some love it at their pad. That we've done. But what about the one?

No Matrix remake.
Drown that in a lake.
Will probably be a 4.
But skip that tour.

Instead, look at me.
1000s come to be.
Flock to you like shit.
Making everything a hit.

Everything that's said.
Even if brain dead.
All latch onto every word.
Following like a herd.

That makes you grand.
Let's give you a hand.
A thousand hands or so.
Look at them grow.

None you know.
Can create a foe.
But still know none.
Let's give another 1000 a run.

Look at him.
He's so grim.
Only a little bit.
Can't have that shit.

All they know.
None eat crow.
Not creating a foe.
Not reaching a new low.

But look at me.
I'm higher than thee.
That makes me best.
Beats all the rest.

Oh, they have more.
Follow my encore.
Add me to the pile.
I'll love you all the while.

You have friends?
Know their trends?
What's important in that?
I have thousands following my scat.

What's more important to you? The numbers game coming due? Knowing many that you follow or staying all nice and hollow? Sometimes you need the numbers to get that ten second look. On it many could write a book. I'd rather have fun with those I know and then the numbers shall grow. I'll ignore the ones who shout I've got thousands in mass. Pffft as they try and puff themselves up to my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.