He Looka Like a Man

(This poem is based on the Mad TV character.) 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 ____ 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 ____, I'd much rather be dead.