Modern Florida's 'Chain' Of D.N.A. Poem by James McLain

It's been so long since i have seen one lovely smile.
Boy you best get your self back into that line,
your dressed in blue and to her you all, look the same.
'Boss' she covers me, with all of those, my lost dreams.
Reckless eye balling boy, no supper again for you.
I'm only asking why, 'Boss' man...
Boy your dressed in blue, your blue from head to toe.
Each day my wife, she comes and brings my lunch
and besides that cup of fruit, is not for fools.
'Boss'.
Boy: now what!
And then get back to work and you best shut up.
'Boss' your eyes are blue and she is white, like you.
Boy: and whats the point your trying to make with me,
be quick or back in side the hole you will go off to sleep.
Boss' it's the kids...I see inside the car.
I am thinking 'Boss'
and in thinking, 'I' have thought and thinking
'I' have thought to long,
I may be wrong....and 'Boss', I've been wrong before.
But they look like twins or so it is 'Boss' I'm not color blind.
Don't they appear 'Boss' and your eyes seem clear..
Are they not looking to be...a bit off color..
'Boss'.... and looking, the same as me.