Champagne Stars (A Poem Based on F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby)

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Looking upon his ash-filled world

Cigarette butts on blonde curls

And they empty bottles of champagne

So stars can feel glistened again

Blue eyes sad from dreams

Shimmering green gleams

And infinite road streams

With voices full of liquor and money

Disillusionment gold tasting like honey

And we drive on

Approaching death

In yellow cars

With illusion breathe  

But affection isn’t enough

To keep your head above

That drowning gazing head

That leaves the affectionate

Dead 

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