What a piece of junk you are, Cybertruck -

A vehicle meant to usher in a cyberpunk age,

Yet doomed from the start, a mechanical mirage,

Its promises shattered like its fragile glass -

Elon's hammer blow making the Hummer look wise.

Oh, Elon Musk, the muskrat of men,

Preaching the future while peddling despair,

As the Cybertruck crumbles before the world's eyes,

A laughingstock paraded in cold steel disguise.

Now an eyesore upon the streets you roll,

A toy for the foolish, their wallets deceived,

By faulty mechanics and systems that fail,

While insurers recoil from the looming collapse.

Mechanics sigh and shake their heads,

Faced with repairs beyond their craft,

For those who bring their trucks to the shop,

Only to be told - this heap is beyond hope.

Yet Elon, with his ego stretched long,

Salutes the F�hrer of far-right delusion,

Selling the dream, despite the wreck,

Trying to trick us into belief.

But tales abound, a chorus of woe -

Owners stranded in bitter cold,

Engines aflame, doors that won't open,

A dystopian joke at a premium cost.

Oh, Cybertruck owner, how foolish you are,

To trust in a tool unfit for the road.

So when your truck burns before your eyes,

Don't blame fate - just buy a real ride.