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I hated 'The Great Gatsby'

It’s truly

An american tragedy

And I read it

When I was 16

I believed in love back then

I believed in life

And something about Gatsby

Killed some of the kid in me

That hopeless criminal


And that gold-digger


Hit the hopeless romantic in me

And then

Drove off

Living me for dead

On the streets of New York

And what stings as an adult

Is realizing just how accurate

Fitzy got America

They shouldn't have us read that book at that age

16 is too young

For a kid to die.


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