Some locks are meant to remain as they are
Secure in their closure
But you
Your mission is to force each one open
To see if one might hide something you like
You have your tools
Your trinkets
Your weapons to use
You jab and poke and ****
Prop this up, stick that there
Sweet gestures and honeyed words
Smiles, winks, and pleasant address
Persuasive coaxing, another skilled shift
The bolt bends a little
Slips back into place
The lock creaks, groans, protests your intrusion
But you pay it no mind
You break the bolt with your deft fingers
Open it up, see what's inside
And decide you don't like after all
What secrets this lock hides
Too much of this, too little of that
The lock and its contents are useless now
Like a stripped *****
A rusty wrench
A snapped blade
If only you'd let me be
And now I lay useless
Broken
Some locks are meant to remain as they are