The day I was born I slipped out of the doctors hands,
I flailed on my way to the floor in a puddle I land.
Broken and battered my momma demand,
That is the worse child in all the land.
I was put up for adoption but there were no takers,
Even the rats in the street said see you laters,
I laid in the alley eating garbage from craters,
I knew one day I would prove my self to the haters.
When I could run I ran for the trees out side of town,
I ran so fast that I hit one and fell down,
And I realized that there was poison ivy all around,
This was the start of my poison blood on the ground.
I decided to grow food for something to eat,
But every thing died so maybe I will hunt for meat,
I made a bow and shot out my eye and now I look like a creep,
But I found a potato and in my soup it steeps.
In my teens I decided to rejoin society,
I tried to trade for food and was brought up on bribery,
Now I jail I make toilet wine as my new proprietary,
I have been stabbed seven times for taking their sobriety.
Released from prison it is my twenty first,
Still scaring everyone I am considered cursed,
I tried to good a good deed by giving back a purse,
She beat me to a pulp with a rage and then got in her hearse.
My luck is broken and sucks,
Will I ever succeed or just be a schmuck?
I went to the pond and found a beaten up duck,
Who wanted to be my friend and I consider that luck.
Was this what my life was preparing me for?
Did it really have to kick my ass or could it just open doors?
I now have a job where I mop the floors,
I feel luckier even though me and my duck live outdoors.