I Kicked Al Gore's ###

(I got the idea for this fictional poem after watching Mad TV.) Last week I got a visit from Al Gore. I beat the hell out of him and he doesn't want to see me anymore. He asked me to give him my car keys. When he told me what he was going to do, it angered me. He said he was going to destroy my car because it's bad for the environment. When he tried to take the keys, the hospital was where he was sent. Gore thought he was being smart but he got himself in a pickle. He could've taken anything else but I broke his bones when he tried to take my vehicle.