An Ode to Locksmiths

Been given the keys I knew I’d receive

Be careful what you’re asking for

Thy rod and thy staff Simply twelve toned math

An earful opening all doors

Simon the Roman Gone fission for man

If you’re caught is to be freed Come open your lock

By using a rock Or sowing the proper seeds

Woe to thee all women Of land, air and sea

Adam was the serpent Apple ‘tween his knees

Seduced by a snake Worshipped by nations

Banished forth from Eden It’s the male who is Satan

From the tree of knowledge (a metaphor for sex)

Plucked a ripened globe of fruit That of her innocence

Since forbidden, resisted Forcing her to taste

Now I know why girls hate boys Cause Eve was in fact raped

We ain’t goin’ home, got nowhere to go