My Spoiled Spawn
Violet, my daughter I am a bad father I failed, I confess and now you’re depressed you want a Camaro, in white not a pink Prius, you’re right:
Violet, my honey I should give you all my money I am no use to you, alive I should just be euthanized
I trusted my third trophy wife to give me gift-girly advice I you two are in a feud for a while because you said she was Teenile can’t you be nicer? she’s your elder, I think she said your dream was a Prius in pink
don’t blame her, please, she's very busy at the country club drinking fizzy with her golf coach, learning hip position and stroke she’s tired - you laugh - what’s the joke?
Violet, my angel, are you also irritated? about your boyfriend, who said you looked inflated? perhaps you’re stuffed with enough Botox and silicone? perhaps we can leave your figure alone? NextDoor is gossiping about a disaster they call The “Plastic Fantastic Blow-Up Doll.”
Violet, my honey I should give you all my money I’m no value to you - alive I should just get euthanized
Malcolm, my son, don't cry you excelled at Snobby High you studied like a genius freak did your homework once a week you earned a solid 2.0 now you bravely want to go to Hooter State where the loose girls congregate
I bribed their Dean, but unfortunately you used crayons on your SAT also, your collection of Nazi antiques posted on Instagram was poorly critiqued he's also afraid to have at his school because you often drive cars into swimming pools Gap Year is healthy & stylish, I hear perhaps you can go to Burning Man for a year?
Violet and Malcom, my spoiled spawn I should give you all I own I’m no value to you - alive I should just get euthanized