Key Master
By Curt Vaughn
The familiar key-master thieve comes like the loud up stairs
neighbor. Oh why do I give her my keys
every time and why do I want to give her my whole electrical panel. Especially
when I know she's just here to turn on the switch she needs and then turn it
right off, once she has finished shopping on credit in my attic of home made
meals. I put flypaper out to catch her
but her wings are too strong and my decor is to out if style. I would still like to have her over to redecorate
my light bulbs maybe we can get them to come on at the same time. I have finally lost our watch do to my over
eagerness to hold on to it so tight, it has slipped out of my hand and out of
our sights, I hope the key master finds it one day and returns to give me a
bracelet of time from the past.
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