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
ILLiteratepoet 