After the Duck
Nasty old man of privilege sneaks onto the morning meadow dawn
Accumulated wealth passed on from dad is immeasurable
And that which makes him too cheap to shop
A feathery delicacy is what he is after
Hobbling with Aqualung malice to snatch his prey
The duck wobbles plump and awkwardly on the rippling lake
Swirling winds mask the sounds on the approach
Snot gelatinous comes from the mans nose
Dribble from the lips proceed
A sneeze would kill the moment
He slips into the ice cold water on the sly
Stealth is on his side with dirty thoughts and matching hair
A wash cloth or soap had never touched his face before
This is the closest thing to clean he has ever been
The catch comes quickly about the neck
Stretched to the limits of life in a quick turn and snap
Dinner is served later with a rich black wine
No quack is left over or heard from that point on
Cognac with a fine Cuban cigar comes next to relax
After having duck a twisted smile emerges
Followed by curses
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