CHIEF of MY staff?
Don't make me
laugh.
It is my firm
belief
(“BELIEF”, NOT “conviction”,
NO
COLLUSION, that's fiction)
only I can be CHIEF.
Maybe if we
call it First Flunky
and had someone so
feeble that I look hunky?
Someone who,
faithful and loyal,
would bow down
before me like I was a royal
as I wheel and
deal making everything foggy.
I don't want a
chief! I want a doggy!
And one other thing,
don't call him “King”.