Dear Gatsby,

Valley of ashes
Formless bodies of
dust
Hollow, empty lives
Devoid of
trust
Reborn from ashes
A pheonix will arise
One which all will
look up to -
This is the Dream
The American Dream
Look up to an
arrogant, self-centered bunch
The do-gooders among them
Are far and few between.

But this is America
You must live the dream
Riches and Opulence
Must be a part of
Who you are
So you can win
the Girl of Gold.

Recreate your virtues
Personality must change
Be willing to sacrifice all that you have -
and ever will.

But beware - you never will fit in
completely
The 'noveau riche' just aren't good enough
for them.
Only they are good enough
for them.

And the men, the men
With their great hulking frames
Will do what it takes
To humor their dames
Unless, of course,
The dames don't please them
In which case the mistress -
She'll be the gem

But try, you may
If it will make you feel better
However, know this -
Many have tried,
Few have succeeded

Don't let this turn you off
It's just a gentle reminder
of what's really out there.
No, nothing's going to happen.
What's the worst thing that could
occur?

Death?