Vandalized
It's no wonder why my parents are despised.
They bought me a car that's been vandalized.
It has the word TURD written on both sides.
When girls see it, they always run and hide.
My parents could've afforded a better car because they are millionaires.
They could've at least sprung for a new paint job, why is my life so unfair?
My damn car has made me a laughing stock and I'm filled with boiling hate.
But I got revenge when my parents met the President of the United States.
I pulled off Dad's toupee and then I shoved it up his butt.
The President thinks that my family and I are a bunch of nuts.
Now I'm grounded for a year but embarrassing my parents sure pleased me.
Does anybody want to own my TURD car, I'm giving it away for free.
(This poem was inspired by a teenager's reaction when his parents bought him a vandalized truck.)
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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