They wrecked the place

They say you can't go home again, but I did anyway. A house I lived in as a kid was for sale. I stopped by the open house and couldn't believe how they had wrecked the place. This was my room.

When I was a kid, I had rad red, white, and blue shag, wall-to-wall carpeting. The walls were blue. And I had black light posters all over the place. My Sears stereo featured an 8 track player. And the room was decorated with a red plastic chair and a red plastic bean bag.

Now it's a bunch of Colonial Yea Must Be Shite-ing Mea decor. Some people don't know genius when they see it.