This is a poem I wrote from the perspective of Nick Carraway in "The Great Gatsby".  It's purpose is to show the disorder produced by expanding desires or greed.  That it can produce negative behavior, from performing evil actions in order to achieve gain, to merely having a wild time because of lack of satisfaction or tremendous success.  The moral is that it is never good to pursue your desires to a foolish extent, as it can lead to your destruction.  As justified by the conclusion of Gatsby's death in "The Great Gatsby".