One of a Kind (The Peasant of Squares)

The Peasant of Squares is alone

Not a friend to share joy

He is a card inside a deck

Well known to just annoy

He has not one suit to match him

No value he can hold

He cannot flush, he cannot match

His life is dark and cold

Poker games just do not go well

He just doesn't fit in

He cannot help in scoring points

He simply cannot win

Sometimes his life may be lonely

Sometimes he doesn't mind

He cannot make three of a kind

But he's one of a kind