My first name is a random set of numbers and letters

And other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever

My last name, a thousand vowels fading down a sinkhole

To a susurrus, it couldn't just be John Doe or Bingo

My address is a made-up language written out in living glyphs

Lifted from demonic literature and religious text

Telephone uncovered by purveyors of the Ouija

Then checked against the CBGB women's room graffiti

My social is Sudoku, my age is obscure

My in-case-of-emergency is in the daisies chasing birds

Employed by trillionaires with perfect teeth and pores

And people who open doors for the people who open doors