FRIDAY 28th AUGUST 2009.

There’s a room full of keys
That I’ve used on the thieves
Who I’ve locked in the strongest
Of cells,

But with every new leaf
That is added to these
There’s a stock of fresh unrest
To quell;

With its burglar masks
And urgent attacks
And endless amount of
Draftees,

Who allied to the task
Are decidedly stacked
And relentlessly hounding
My eaves.

So before long my walls
Will be hung with a pall
Of raw bodies assembled
Across it,

Attempting the halls
Where the lock stems are stored
And the robbers are held
Without process.