The Key

Seven walls, one door
Lost count and the key.
Round and round they all go around,
Are just the same to me.

The soiled floor is one lone joy
For it has shapes n song.
With oats in a boat;or coasts of gold
Or school boys thought at d gong.

Nay, it matters n yes it so does
For flayed,flogged n famished
Hope.To live a day n die d next
In scrunched little light of dope.

Sage please move ahead
They want you there
Where blah bla bla reigns.

I will play with this clay
And make my castle now.
Then the Alexander n I
Will screw d bloody crown

Then you will know,
You’ll buy the tickets to our show.
And do a mighty lot of other stuff.
And For now, leave the what’s n how’s
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Where the bloody hec is dat darn key!!!