First World Problems
With its forest green exterior and its mystery stain
My car causes me much stress and pain.
After the ‘A’ fell off it became a ‘toyot’
And in the winter the heat fails and I am bundled in a scarf and coat.
The windows do not work, along with the air conditioning, making me sweat
And when it rains, my car floods and gets very wet.
That piece of shit makes me so mad,
But in the end it isn’t so bad.
People go days with out eating
And I am mad about my car not heating.
My car runs, and that is more then I could ask for,
Who cares if I cannot open the door
My car is like my sibling, I love it with all of my heart
But it sure does piss me off when it doesn’t start
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