(This poem is based on the Mad TV character.) br br I'm interrogating Miss Swan. br My patience is nearly gone. br I ask her to describe a crook but I don't think she can. br The ignorant bitch just keeps saying he looka like a man. br She's starting to flirt with me, I think she wants me to bang her. br But she keeps repeating herself and it fills me with anger. br If she says he looka like a man just once more, I'll shoot my head. br I can't stand being around this crazy bitch, I'd much rather be dead.