They said it was the running fields of mystery millionaire Jay Gatsby the Great, gold-laced cobblestones and decadent with wild parties. That life there boomed with rows of pearls, white picket fences and diamond tiaras.
I was greatly enthused with the rest, till the crows flapped at the tipping point on the seawall.
For what I saw, was gritty grey, people's faces the color of dark tea, shallow nomads padding it up, like it was they who were in a useless shanty town despite their baubles, and not I in my modest cottage, holes in the wall, and ugly sweaters
I was greatly enthused with the rest, till the crows flapped at the tipping point on the seawall.
For what I saw, was gritty grey, people's faces the color of dark tea, shallow nomads padding it up, like it was they who were in a useless shanty town despite their baubles, and not I in my modest cottage, holes in the wall, and ugly sweaters
