Sycophant

In honor of one met.

The spineless brown-nosed sycophant's

A common invertebrate,

He mucks about in marshes

And the bottoms of dark lakes.

 

The face that's looking forward

Is not the one that's true;

He's really looking backward

As he's chattering at you.

 

The eyes in front are but a ruse,

Distraction keeps him safe,

Like spots on wings of butterflies

Or marks on cobra's nape.

 

So watch this creature carefully

As truth he tries to bend,

And do not turn your back on him:

He'll bite you in the end.

 

Reviews

[Carrie Montgomery]

The face that's looking forward

Is not the one that's true;

He's really looking backward

As he's chattering at you.

this stanza is very powerful. I REALLY enjoy your style of writing!

[Blackbirdsong]

LOL sounds like some people I know...this is a lovely confection though for a second I thought the first line was a slam in my direction. Me paranoid? Not. :)