Those Keys
2005 by K. Kabasha Griffin-El #DB7067
I've developed a very strong dislike for those keys
I really don't like those keys
Those keys are the keys that make that sound
Those keys are the keys that make the rounds
Clinging, and clashing, those alarming keys
Those keys are the keys that demand my "please"
"May I get some water please?"
"May I have some toilet paper please?"
"May I take a shower please?"
MAY I LIVE IN PEACE PLEASE!
Those keys are the keys that bar my liberation
Those keys have systematically secured my castration
Those keys are cruel
They possess no humanity
Those keys are a clear and very present threat to my sanity
Those keys are no friend I see
Those keys are weapons of mass destruction
Wielded against all that is me
Designed for my demise
It's those keys that I strongly despise
Those keys I hear before the sunrise
Those keys have forced oceans from my eyes
Those keys....