Gatsby

Gatsby

I don’t want to be like Gatsby

Not like that old sport

Who fell so tragically hard

One fives year prior he had court

Our love will never blossom

And your Tom is arriving soon

So hold your flowing tongue for me

And let parish our loving Daisies

I know this hurts to know

But better I tell you now

To not have you in a bond

Have your head spin round

Wel’soon someone will shoot us down

I don’t want to be like Gatsby

To stretch every night towards your green light

Work to move nearby

Others are wondering why…

Whilst we live a lie

For one which I’d die

I don’t want to be like Gatsby…

 

- K.S. Fort

From, "Everything : Creative Chaos"

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