Just my luck

Born the fifth, a daughter
in a family of five daughters
Unloved uncared
They wanted a boy
Sick of little girls
They yearned for a son

Two sisters died
Now left us three
They still could not see
The pretty little me
Trying to be tough
And be a little lad

I went to school
Learned my ABC
Preyed on by a bully
Who was a sissy
I punched him one day
and earned detention

Grew up and went to work
Got a boss who think he was hot
Got felt up under my skirt
Kicked him hard on his nuts
Lost my job the very next day
I wished I was a man that day

Met a man whom I thought was hot
Burnt me up in lustful fever
Made me lost my babies too
Did not want a third wheel
His heat comforted a best friend too
Found them in bed playing looby-loo

Now alone I think again
Of my silly tragic life
I am glad I am still sane
Although I talk to a bird sometimes
And laugh at knock knock jokes
But I am here all the same.