The President Elect is technically correct when he claims he’s the man in charge.
But it just doesn’t truck with the lamest of ducks who felt he did fine by and large.
His calendar marked, the future is stark for the lamest of ducks as he waits.
The President Elect awaits his respect as he stands just outside of the gates.
But by quirk or by fate, the guards at the gate are loyal, perhaps to a fault.
They’ve taken up arms to protect him from harm, the lamest of ducks fears assault.
“Have you gone insane? I’ll soon be your boss!”, the President Elect angrily cried.
“You’re not in charge yet”, his ravings were met by the lamest of ducks loyal guards
“Screw you” he replied. “Once I am inside, you’re both out on your butts you retards!”
The guards did not blink, or shudder to think how’d they’d soon be out of a job.
“Better to serve a duck than a dick.”
They’re right; the guy was a knob.
Pryorball. 