The Kleptomaniac sat in his stolen smoking jacket
Disregarding all the trifling troubles of the world
And plotting his next lofty move
The Urchin rolled down his window
And screamed his head off about Manifest Destiny
In the Sahara
The two met at the airport
A rift in fate
They were both subjected to a pat down search
The Urchin attempted to interject
The Kleptomaniac saw him as an irritant who should just keep his mouth shut, yet respected his bold brashness
The Urchin saw the Kleptomaniac as a person on the right track
Someone of substance
He wanted to simulate
Emulate
Imitate
Everything he was
They were both the biggest all star losers at their all time low winning at having the two longest losing streaks ever
Inglorious
They traded numbers
But never spoke again
Even though they knew the phone worked both ways
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
The Kleptomaniac sat in his stolen smoking jacket
Disregarding all the trifling troubles of the world
And plotting his next lofty move
The Urchin rolled down his window
And screamed his head off about Manifest Destiny
In the Sahara
The two met at the airport
A rift in fate
They were both subjected to a pat down search
The Urchin attempted to interject
The Kleptomaniac saw him as an irritant who should just keep his mouth shut, yet respected his bold brashness
The Urchin saw the Kleptomaniac as a person on the right track
Someone of substance
He wanted to simulate
Emulate
Imitate
Everything he was
They were both the biggest all star losers at their all time low winning at having the two longest losing streaks ever
Inglorious
They traded numbers
But never spoke again
Even though they knew the phone worked both ways
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