The Numbered Men

A prescient poem written 50 years ago by Viv Forbes

One day while I was driving down the highway in the sun
I sat behind a milk truck just returning from his run.
His sign said "Licensed Vendor" and it made me feel secure
That only numbered milkmen could come knocking on my door.

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Then I saw a licensed builder with his number on the door
And a plumber with a permit which was issued by the law.
Then a h…