Why Do You Suck Each Other's Rectums Poem by James McLain

In halls of power, a sycophant's game,
Tonguing rectums for fleeting acclaim.
Their words a dance, a delicate sway,
Seeking favor, come what may.

A chameleon of loyalty it's brown hue,
Whispering praises, intentions askew.
With flattery's brush, they paint their way,
Hoping for scraps, their word's to sway.

But true respect isn't built in one day,
Honesty's path is far more complete.
So let's rise above the sycophant's role,
Embrace integrity, as your lives unfold.