Numbers

A number and a simpleton
The kind you use when
It seems to be much more is not.
And a thing for minimalist
Unless one is a quantitative
Or whale or elephant.
Since the two is more complex ...
All the two is more complex, actually.
If it is a little to you,
Try to be two!
Warning, addictive! And also kills!
Three is the kind of guy who is in doubt.
"I'll do it, or brings pra pra nowhere?"
At such times he clings to everything!
Holy Trinity Rosary ...
Four is a slave,
When four per person.
He is that kind of bar table
It has four chairs just in case
Because generally only use two.
The five is a guy in love
And spreading out love out there
Is in the middle of everyone
And for a side to side and he smiles.
Not knowing who ...
The six is more complex than the two,
This always gets into confusion
And in the worst situations he has an output
Hidden from the bottom up
And blames a known.
Seven is the kind of guy lucky
Be it gold or the sword
Where will come across a game
Even though this is risky
The eight is ambitious
The only wonder to dream self
For what is done to a minimalist
He lies down is going to think far
Head there in the infinite ...
The nine is the most greedy
Always had the biggest piece
Still want more
Where is he calls a new friend
To get the larger number
If some accuse him of this sin
You do not have any problem
For sin is the problem of seven
And if you give branch here comes the revenge
He turns it blames on the six!
The latter is zero ...
This has nothing to say ...
Perhaps the best way to describe it
Be After this poem.