Size Ten(Great Gatsby Poem)
Behind these Tattered rags beats the heart of lover
but tragic fate has separated us because of another
I was a brother in arms
who had fallen under charms
But uncle Sam's call was too loud to ignore
Time passed and she believed I had gone through deaths door
I was a boy in a man's body
robbed of my youth and young love
I returned and became love sick
I'm sick of love because the word doesn't stick!
She says she loves us both but that is not what love is
My love is selfish
It's the last pair of new loafers in the shoe shop
you fight for it and you bite and grab
but the loafers just look on
I protected the loafers hoping they would see my honesty
and provide me a discount
I took the blame for crimes I did not commit
and defended those loafers
and loafed about in penny boots until I pulled the trigger
on an innocent coupon clipper
And when I returned after doing everything for those loafers
They were no longer my size!
I was now ineligible for my prize
Now all I can do while I rot in the pen
Is wonder why those loafers had to be size ten.
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