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.)