Thursday, 1 April 2010

Confessions of a Sycophant, as confessed to me - A poem

I am a sycophant,
I laugh when you laugh, pant when you pant.
I nod when you nod, sit when you sit-to please you.
I watch your every move, to follow you,
My aim, to please you!

I have no personality of my own,
My dream, to be your own.
You own me soul and spirit,
You are the Sun, I am your Planet!
I am ever yours, your  dearest puppet!

So I Pray to you my Lord,
on me to shower your favour Lord.
I am weak, and lack the strength to stand
on my own.You are my support,
I am, ever yours, your ardent Sycophant!

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