My keys don’t jingle jangle
They’re a tale of tales
A web of confusion
Sewn to protect what I hold dear
A tool
A mechanism
To keep unwanted company out
There is no hole
Just a riddle on the door
And nothing more
If you can solve it
Then you maybe something I adore
But if you use it or abuse it
You become something I abhor
And you will be locked out
Forever more
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