The Key

I’ve got the key. It’s consistent, see.

Shut a critic’s jaw, when I open em doors.

It’s the law, I attract ’em there’s no pause.

On all fours, I drag ’em. When I wake, my mind set to create.

I smell ’em cookies I’ve yet to bake. Ten on the Richter this quake is great.

Oh how I tremble. It’s quite a gamble.

It’s not coincidental that it’s mental.

‘Fraid of losin’ wisdom like its dental.

So in His hands I’ll let ’em handle. Mould a masterpiece outta this vulgar vandal.

Step into this sandal. Straddle and spin me a pedal lest I settle.

Jon Lau 30 Dec 2021

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