For A Reason

I always hated Jay Gatsby.

And I always hated Daisy.

I never understood them back then.

I hated the tragic love story.

Yet, 

Here I am now, at 33,

A splitting image of Jay Gatsby 

And her,

My Daisy. 

. . . Don't you see?

All this poetry

Is just a party,

Hoping the right lady walks in,

And reads something that'll get her to love me again . . .

 I have become Jay Gatsby. 

And her, 

My Daisy. 

. . .

. . .

. . .

Welp,

   Fuck that shit. 

I hated Gatsby and Daisy for a reason. 

CH 12/20/25