East Egg

When the neat summer heat

Comes broiling down deep

And your trousers are so hot

They’ll stick right to the seat

Come inside to my curtained suite

Fix something cold to drink

Into oblivion we’ll sink

So on the blessed heat

We’ll never have to think.

(—inspired by The Great Gatsby (2010)


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