The key to success is mind over matter
I cannot unlock the car's jammed door
I wish I wasn't anywhere near this blighter!
If doors open, I have to start the piker
The key is stuck like Arthur's Excalibur
The key to success is mind over matter
Its' engine sounds like choking crows aflutter
My humor descends to depths below rancor
I wish I wasn't anywhere near this blighter!
It's brakes convulse with random grabs and falter
The fender bender wasn't my fault, señor
The key to success is mind over matter
Its' tires are tired of movement's brisk canter
All four are flat as mats on parquet floors
I wish I wasn't anywhere near this blighter!
I walk away from 'rent a wreck,' a biker
My driving sojourn's torture I abhor
The key to success is mind over matter
I wish I wasn't anywhere near this blighter!
Endnote: The vilanelle is a 19 line poem related to the sonnet. I wrote this one in iambic pentameter.
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