A/N:
I've been dead for more than two months, so I hope a small, non-Pokemon poem should entertain you — even in the slightest; I just hope you did.
Mr. Burns (c) Matt Groening
Cover (c) betty80 of deviantART
This poem (c) Me
Me (c) Me
I feel so gay
You know; free-lance?
Much so that this old man should dance
He's made everyone a yes-man agreeing with his way
Dammit; I'm gay!
For twenty-seven years I've been releasing the hounds
And for three years longer my ass-istant's father wasn't found
Step aside, douchebag
I have this trend called "swag"
Though I have a twisted family
A dull brother named George who smokes like hell
A complaining mother named Daphne who finally fell
I'm the most successful, there is no single doubt
I don't really care if your kid has a thing
Or your wife has a severe case of cancer
I'm too selfish to "cry" for the stories you fling
I'd rather ask if a silk scarf is fancier
I am Charles Montgomery Burns
That name should ring a bell
If not...
Fuck off and go to hell.
A/N:
Okay, just go do your worst and say how horrible this is. I haven't sweared in a long time, anyway...