I Am a Sycophant

I AM A SYCOPHANT I love eye-service A great deal of sycophancy I am big on people-pleasing I do eye-service To Him whose eyes are ever on me I love to make Him feel good about me So I flatter Him with praises I honor Him with dances I sing of His past deeds as if they happen yesterday I thank Him for what He has not done as if it is already done I never miss opportunity to impress HIM I am always all over Him standing, kneeling Atimes, I roll all over Him on the ground Many times I jump up on him like squirrel I often weep because of Him for no sad reasons I never miss opportunity to boast about Him In my sycophantic eyes, He is above reproach I can never complain about Him Because I am his biggest fan; He can do no wrong All His ways and words are eternally right in my sycophantic eyes Because I am His pleaser I dote over all His published works and theses I am a collector of everything ever written or said about Him I make Him the theme of my songs and poems His friends are my friends and His enemies, my enemies I never miss opportunity to show Him off I drop His name to flaunt my connection with Him I place Him higher than my loved ones His ways, I walk, His words, I utter, His kind of life I live In my sycophantic way, I write Him this poem He is my God…in whom I live and have my being