Best Sycophancy Poems

SYCOPHANCY

Miss Sweet, a fine lady’s nickname,
was a healthy woman.
Miss Sweet was God sent.
Ortha Mae was her daughter.
She was refinement to her mother.

Miss Sweet loved gospel...

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Most people unabashedly cultivate this art
For rising on the ladder of progression fast
Never mind debasing oneself in the court
And act audaciously putting aside all doubt.

They...

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Sycophancy

He waved at us
Such a good fellow
Or so we thought
Now the eclipse is gone

And faces now brighter
We saw trails
He was the one
He that took our...

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Sycophancy they celebrate
Insolvency they worship
Profligacy they cherish
Grandiosity they love.

Impudence remains a force 
To reckon with 
Indolence rewarded 
Amidst pomp and pageantry
Intolerance to dissent
Views became the...

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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...

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Money,in search of you
Traitor appears
Either to kill
Or denigrate

The trustworthy gets less
The sycophant demagogically gets more
The former becomes worse
The later becomes blessed

Money, your raison d'etre
Misinterpreted by...

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Society – me ****


Society, the straight jacket of “socially” acceptable mores,
condemning all to a “one size fits all living coffin.
Social “mores”, cultural cudgels of “independent...

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Lie low when convenience calls
Stick out your neck at optimum moments
To climb and scale high social walls
As you swerve away from avoidable torments

To shunt aside...

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As they leave,
They leave for us 
Calabash full of sorrow and agony
They leave for men a plate of frustration
And desperation.

As they leave
They leave for women...

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Therein, laying dormant,
    veils of darkly reposed
          secrecy 'neath
    ...

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Twenty years later
I shall be called a writer
Not a waiter
I shall be called a freedom fighter
A writer who has fought bad leadership
For the good of...

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Herein, laying dormant,
    veils of reposed
      secrecy 'neath
       foamy seascapes' 
...

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It Is What It Is - A Pantoum for Donald Trump

"It is what it is", so sayeth the narcissist,
As the numbers tick up to 250,000.
No...

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Writer is thought to be wealthy and shrewd in words
Is it however necessary to create an intricate prose?
Then we talk about free flowing thoughts of...

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