Boat

They say without hope

You do not know true despair

This island is my prison

Between U.S and Cuba is where

An entire ocean of blue

Yet to see a ship of cargo

Curse that Mister Kennedy

I hate this darn embargo

No chance of leaving here

Cannot swim 50 mile

A snowballs odds perhaps

Wise to not leave this isle

Living is looking impossible

Man vs. wild escapes the mind

No food, water, or shelter

The elements are not kind

The things I would do

For a full grocery tote

I take that back

All I need is a boat