Don't own Great Gatsby.
Wilson
Blinded by revenge
Clouded with grief
The sound of the gunshot
Like her death was so brief.
The second shot sounded
Then nothing was heard
Only the sighing of trees
That spoke not a word.
They're so foolish
The rich and the poor
Not content with their life
Always wanting more.
One man was content
George Wilson was his name
And he didn't care
About money or fame.
He had a wife named Myrtle
Who he loved with all his heart
But she became so foolish
And in his death she played a part.
But now she is dead
Hit by a yellow car
Killed by a man named Gatsby
That's all Wilson knows so far.
Now Gatsby was gone
Killed by Wilson's vengeful hand
Who then proceeded to kill himself
Due to the grief he couldn't stand.
He died and never learned
That by Daisy was Myrtle dead
Wilson murdered a man in love
Who died in his love's stead.
I made this last year for an English assignment, then decided, "Hey, let's post this!" Hope you all liked it.
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Ja ne!