call me old fashion
call me what you will
for i still love my passion
to be hated and ill

i'm a man of few laughs
i care not if i'm cynical
everyman draws their own paths
now i'm truley at my pinnacle

i'll spit on your face
just to get my point across
to make you lose your grace
is such a wonderful lost

ha, for i am scrooge, not scrooge mcduck
but the very same scrooge that will break your luck

BOO-YAH! ANOTHER HIT POEM. WHO WANTS TO GIVE ME A VIRTUAL HIGH FIVE? and perhaps a million bucks!!!