No matter how many times you shuffled the pack, there was one who just wouldn’t fit in.
The joker, who was dealt a back-hand, but never stopped trying to be a king.
The trouble maker, that never stopped fighting, for what was right.
The lone wolf that did not bite.
The little star, that would twinkle for everyone, by night. But be long gone by day
The reclusive monk that didn’t pray.
The freak. The bad boy. The weirdo.
The social superhero, that would not be unmasked.
The half-caste. The outcast.
The ‘nice guy’
…your friendly neighbourhood loner.