If you were chains,

I’d ask to be locked up.

My mouth would beg

for a jail follow-up.

If you were chains,

I would love to be weighed down.

Something comforting

about the tons of pounds.

I guess it’s a little weird?

If you were chains,

make me the ghost

of Jacob Marley.

Leave me chained to a post.

If you were chains,

I’ll sit alone in the castle,

make ‘em think I’m crazy,

make ‘em try to hassle

the chained little

me.

[eh! I tried…]