Twenty Tumblers

Twenty Tumblers

I’m a twenty tumbler lock
No one was watching

Picked from your pocket
A set of picking tools

Into me, you thrust a knife
A screwdriver too, you twist inside

My tumblers cry when forced away
Metal screeches at you, to disobey

While you sat there for a while
I was preparing to show you inside

Twenty tumblers, locked to protect
Twenty tumblers, showed no respect

Short work was made of my defense
I hope you find what you want, arrest

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