a wrinkled face in doorway
hello, i live here down below
rendezvous in the elevator
hello, rainy weather, bye

every door needs a key
and mine’s slipped away
friends nor family to help
so please lend me a hand

all it takes is a credit card
maybe a scrappy blade knife
i can depend on my trust
a locksmith grabs my pride

past life in the chemical plant
a dull job fitting a dull man
lonely walks for strong bones
i can’t trust it open on my own

wriggle the blade a little lower
perhaps push it a little harder
have faith in my experience
just haven’t the muscles left

don’t leave the blade with him
lest it befalls the key’s fate
however gentle and truthful
avoid punished good deeds

a dull funeral for a dull man
friends nor family, goodbye
little to bequeath but a lesson
i can tell how to bust a door