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
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