we invented our destinies on
a sunday afternoon in northern france.
(french no like ambitious americans.. so we
kept it private).
my destiny was to be poet laureate of the world!
hers was to marry a man that could financially
provide
for her and the 7 pups she squeezed out
over the last decade or so.
I then realized my next move to get the ball
bouncing on my road to the future was to
ditch her, and leave her available to the next
poor sucker, who would fall right into her
trap of plastic love and self-centered
pity.
I dreampt of this day many
a long night and day
my fellow boys and girls.
me riding solo in the back of a cargo train
in an empty box car
a hundred bucks to my name
and letting that massive metal chariot
expose me to people, places,
and things unkown,
our destiny don't make us
we make our destiny
so back up
I'm gunna make mine
back up
I'm gunna make mine!
Sincerely Yours,
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