Chained Gang Poem by Britt Veloso

There's no jazz in these shoes
I'm left singing the blues
Here till tomorrow
Still filled with sorrow
I play around in my room with no toys
All I see is me, no boys
They will never come
I cannot sing a song happy
Happy enough for them to come running
I stare at him from behind
He can't really see he's blind
My misfortune is that I'm not
Here we are six inches apart
Him with a girl and me with a drink
I could use some time to think
I wish he was here, or I was there
But as I alluded before, he has zero cares
So I will still sing the blues
With sorrow and pain
For however long I wait I will always be chained