My Keys, My Keys

My keys, my keys

Behind the wicked glass

Locked inside my car

It happened all too fast

With mail in my mouth

And both arms full

An overly-filled mind

Doth take their toll

So now I stare

With lusty gaze

At the shining things

That have ruined my day

Hanging there in

Mockish taunt

Conspiring with the locks

It's all a plot

Then I go

From door to door

To find a wire hanger

Oh, what a bore

Straightening the wire

In unrelenting heat

To a right angle

With hook complete

Only then remembering

With insane glee

Safety locks!

Can't lift them free

Finally with briefcase

I smash the barrier

In the backseat

One frightened terrier

And only now with

One hour clocked

I notice, backdoor, right

It is unlocked.

~ J. Lowenfels