Please Bro Don’t B Rate Me!

The beast had a number.

And the beast had his.

He wondered ’bout his number

And what his number is.

The beast would never tell him.

But diners, trains and shops,

When they saw his number

Mostly said they’d call the cops!

If buddy didn’t vacate,

And vacate pretty soon,

When those whom bring their laws to bear,

Will bring you to no room.

No room to move.

No room to speak.

And maybe buddy in a week

Will be so willing to gladly seek

To raise his number

As he once did children.

Raise his number but until then,

Quiet and listen.

Yep, all good and

Now, what is that number?