He looka like a man

I'm interrogating Miss Swan.

My patience is nearly gone.

I ask her to describe a crook but I don't think she can.

The ignorant bitch just keeps saying he looka like a man.

She's starting to flirt with me, I think she wants me to bang her.

But she keeps repeating herself and it fills me with anger.

If she says he looka like a man just once more, I'll shoot my head.

I can't stand being around this crazy bitch, I'd much rather be dead.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is based on the Mad TV character.

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