Sycophanta Poem by Pasomi Mucha

Tell me how the boot tastes
O liker of, licker of boss-boots,
You who sullies the raise in praise,
Who puts the vile into servile,
Who is given to high pitched praise
Defying the flat in flattery.

Tell me how the boot tastes
O liker of, licker of boss-boots
Spewer of smoothly false extolments
That put the grating into ingratiating
Whose fawning obedience
Puts the art into artificial.

Tell me how the boot tastes
O liker of, licker of boss-boots
Who makes mortals vulnerable
Stripping their defence as you de-fence them
With sincere lies before big-persons
Appending sin to sincerity
A scorching sycophant
Shameful yet shameless.