#sycophants - Hello Poetry

I'm a shell My soul has left Empty as can be Space that's left Is not me I'm useless As a highway Without cars I might as well Be on Mars I'm gone But still alive Like stars persist Until the light is gone My body insists I'm a circumference The boundary surrounds Dry carcass bone I care not Just lost-and-found I won't return To my body of ruin Burial plans made Threaded into a patchwork quilt Upstaged and waylaid I'm now safe outside Myself I see you looking in She is gone from her Forever now thick and thin I'm tired of sycophants Complicit in democracy's destuction By their hands, skinned alive I left my body today In order to survive

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Feb 3, 2025

Feb 3, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC

Highwireart

Skinned Alive

I'm a shell My soul has left Empty as can be Space that's left Is not me I'm useless As a highway Without cars I might as well Be on Mars I'm gone But still alive Like stars persist Until the light is gone My body insists I'm a circumference The boundary surrounds Dry carcass bone I care not Just lost-and-found I won't return To my body of ruin Burial plans made Threaded into a patchwork quilt Upstaged and waylaid I'm now safe outside Myself I see you looking in She is gone from her Forever now thick and thin I'm tired of sycophants Complicit in democracy's destuction By their hands, skinned alive I left my body today In order to survive

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(political) Our leaders don't instill much confidence with their arrogance and incompetence The blind leading the blind, leading Trump, leading Mike Pence The importance of common sense diminishing due to a far sub par influence Leaving said common sense to no longer be common place, commonly erased and/or misplaced, replaced and praised by the physical embodiment of ignorance A fact, in essence, is knowledge not acceptance, they rather you had no remembrance of that conflicting evidence With no thinking cap there's an absence of intelligence so you find yourself turning your nose up at the science Thinking you can create your own semblance of order but it doesn't stick cause there's no substance Empty ideas with no means to an end will never silence a crowd, just spreads around more violence It's proven every election, they are tyrants saying what we want to hear then going back on all campaign statements No more compliance, gotta stop thinking we the people can't make a difference That thought was born from the opposite of arrogance in the sense that we don't know the extents of the power that comes with just our presence It really, truly is a gift, now we just need to open our presents with a willingness and appropriate acceptance Gotta quit with the indulgence of the hot air and flatulence that spew from these sycophants Blind obedience is a dangerous way to advance and go about your existence To much trust given in this instance, we bought it not 'cause it was a need but 'cause it was on clearance Now we know the price was to steep but deceit is their quasi brilliance Pure reliance on these p*ss ants we supposedly elected for guidance is a death sentence They saw you coming from a distance and detoured your persistence All the while preying on you from a white house window as you brave the elements They even got you believin' your thoughts are your own but I can't stress this enough, that's nonsense Regardless, it's no coincidence that we're falling right in line behind their wicked influence Every four years we seem to pass on the renters insurance, so there's no assurance No guarantee that when it comes crashing down like suicide insurgents You won't be left to foot the bill of their gluttonous indulgence Face it, you ate it up too, don't lie, can't claim your innocence when there's a witness and clear cut evidence Evidence you bought into this with no regard for this nations residents Coining the hashtag my life matters more then those low life pesints In that regard see, poor is poor, color really, truly doesn't make a bit of difference That's just used to keep us at each others throats so we don't form any kind of resistance Saving face is a progress hindrance, we messed up royally when we voted outta spite and defiance Even before it was official we knew it wasn't gonna be a good alliance You could just tell by looking out into his audience and seeing who was in attendance Every stance he took seemed like another foot in the grave but he buys his way out with daddy's allowance Excuse me, I'm sorry, I mean inheritance, whatever, same difference And this ADD society can't focus long enough to begin an impeachment prosses much less secure a prison sentence And with the occurrence of each lie we lose more and more faith in the system put in place to uphold some semblance of balance This breeds a nation of violence, looking for vengeance, no more tolerance But we cant be the change we want to see while in a safe space, our soundtrack can't be the sound of silence We don't want to be left with this blood money inheritance riddled with the guilty parties fingerprints But at our core we're just looking to make more of a difference by being the difference And yeah, they should be scared of what we're capable of, the gloves are off, we broke the trance, now let's dance... ©2019

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Oct 21, 2019

Oct 21, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC

bettsjc187

~•∆•~ Observations ~•∆•~

(political) Our leaders don't instill much confidence with their arrogance and incompetence The blind leading the blind, leading Trump, leading Mike Pence The importance of common sense diminishing due to a far sub par influence Leaving said common sense to no longer be common place, commonly erased and/or misplaced, replaced and praised by the physical embodiment of ignorance A fact, in essence, is knowledge not acceptance, they rather you had no remembrance of that conflicting evidence With no thinking cap there's an absence of intelligence so you find yourself turning your nose up at the science Thinking you can create your own semblance of order but it doesn't stick cause there's no substance Empty ideas with no means to an end will never silence a crowd, just spreads around more violence It's proven every election, they are tyrants saying what we want to hear then going back on all campaign statements No more compliance, gotta stop thinking we the people can't make a difference That thought was born from the opposite of arrogance in the sense that we don't know the extents of the power that comes with just our presence It really, truly is a gift, now we just need to open our presents with a willingness and appropriate acceptance Gotta quit with the indulgence of the hot air and flatulence that spew from these sycophants Blind obedience is a dangerous way to advance and go about your existence To much trust given in this instance, we bought it not 'cause it was a need but 'cause it was on clearance Now we know the price was to steep but deceit is their quasi brilliance Pure reliance on these p*ss ants we supposedly elected for guidance is a death sentence They saw you coming from a distance and detoured your persistence All the while preying on you from a white house window as you brave the elements They even got you believin' your thoughts are your own but I can't stress this enough, that's nonsense Regardless, it's no coincidence that we're falling right in line behind their wicked influence Every four years we seem to pass on the renters insurance, so there's no assurance No guarantee that when it comes crashing down like suicide insurgents You won't be left to foot the bill of their gluttonous indulgence Face it, you ate it up too, don't lie, can't claim your innocence when there's a witness and clear cut evidence Evidence you bought into this with no regard for this nations residents Coining the hashtag my life matters more then those low life pesints In that regard see, poor is poor, color really, truly doesn't make a bit of difference That's just used to keep us at each others throats so we don't form any kind of resistance Saving face is a progress hindrance, we messed up royally when we voted outta spite and defiance Even before it was official we knew it wasn't gonna be a good alliance You could just tell by looking out into his audience and seeing who was in attendance Every stance he took seemed like another foot in the grave but he buys his way out with daddy's allowance Excuse me, I'm sorry, I mean inheritance, whatever, same difference And this ADD society can't focus long enough to begin an impeachment prosses much less secure a prison sentence And with the occurrence of each lie we lose more and more faith in the system put in place to uphold some semblance of balance This breeds a nation of violence, looking for vengeance, no more tolerance But we cant be the change we want to see while in a safe space, our soundtrack can't be the sound of silence We don't want to be left with this blood money inheritance riddled with the guilty parties fingerprints But at our core we're just looking to make more of a difference by being the difference And yeah, they should be scared of what we're capable of, the gloves are off, we broke the trance, now let's dance... ©2019

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Zealots will adore you as they forgo romanticism for coercion as they offer their insecurity stemming from insidious roots, a hardwired smorgasbord of rejection, remorse and resolve-less apathy they can barely stomach so they get high, but never high enough to make ecstasy drip off their sycophantic tongues. They aim for the stars waiting for by-proxy fantasies to be fulfilled hoping that talent can implant by osmosis through transposing kisses you’ll want to scrub away in the harsh light of day when you want to forget the regret but it’s sat right there along with the denial that it’s more than just about holes filled and hours killed that you were more than just a body to strip and **** with only a façade left for protection. It’s called sex-positivity, apparently don’t say what you mean make them feel special, spin a tired old narrative because you’ve got nothing else to give then take it away in the harsh light of day pass it onto another and pray that they’re naïve enough to believe.

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Oct 10, 2020

Oct 10, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC

AmeliaVPoetry

The Unseen

Zealots will adore you as they forgo romanticism for coercion as they offer their insecurity stemming from insidious roots, a hardwired smorgasbord of rejection, remorse and resolve-less apathy they can barely stomach so they get high, but never high enough to make ecstasy drip off their sycophantic tongues. They aim for the stars waiting for by-proxy fantasies to be fulfilled hoping that talent can implant by osmosis through transposing kisses you’ll want to scrub away in the harsh light of day when you want to forget the regret but it’s sat right there along with the denial that it’s more than just about holes filled and hours killed that you were more than just a body to strip and **** with only a façade left for protection. It’s called sex-positivity, apparently don’t say what you mean make them feel special, spin a tired old narrative because you’ve got nothing else to give then take it away in the harsh light of day pass it onto another and pray that they’re naïve enough to believe.

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****** rednecks and tabloid editors, Choosing a big-mouthed wussy, Voted into office a ****** predator who Brags he grabs women by the ***** He goes on and on about himself Blows that he is highly educated He only tells lies, braggadocio, or Unpresidential rot that is R-rated. He boasted he could shoot Someone dead in the street Even that ugly deed would Not cause his defeat. It turned out to be Unfortunately true! That’s the kind of thing Ignoramuses will do: They vote some dingaling No matter how disgusting And decide this grifter Is definitely worth trusting. He's just bright enough to see That suckers love a good show So he’ll dance and sing to them For three and a half years or so. He said he keeps the best People to back up his boasts, And when he chooses one His accomplices all toast. It won’t be very long until As his TV show has inspired, He’ll open that ugly mouth And snarl out “You’re fired!” He knows he can keep on In his lucrative term of office If he just keeps the rich happy, and Fools who can’t see he’s bogus. He’s busily going about Taking the rights of the poor And wadding all of them up Then kicking them out the door. The only people he wants to succeed Are him and those ass-kissers Who hang with him out of greed. He's just bright enough to see That suckers love a good show So he’ll dance and sing to them For three and a half years or so.

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Aug 24, 2017

Aug 24, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

THE PUNCHING JUDY SHOW

****** rednecks and tabloid editors, Choosing a big-mouthed wussy, Voted into office a ****** predator who Brags he grabs women by the ***** He goes on and on about himself Blows that he is highly educated He only tells lies, braggadocio, or Unpresidential rot that is R-rated. He boasted he could shoot Someone dead in the street Even that ugly deed would Not cause his defeat. It turned out to be Unfortunately true! That’s the kind of thing Ignoramuses will do: They vote some dingaling No matter how disgusting And decide this grifter Is definitely worth trusting. He's just bright enough to see That suckers love a good show So he’ll dance and sing to them For three and a half years or so. He said he keeps the best People to back up his boasts, And when he chooses one His accomplices all toast. It won’t be very long until As his TV show has inspired, He’ll open that ugly mouth And snarl out “You’re fired!” He knows he can keep on In his lucrative term of office If he just keeps the rich happy, and Fools who can’t see he’s bogus. He’s busily going about Taking the rights of the poor And wadding all of them up Then kicking them out the door. The only people he wants to succeed Are him and those ass-kissers Who hang with him out of greed. He's just bright enough to see That suckers love a good show So he’ll dance and sing to them For three and a half years or so.

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HP sycophants . . . Why would someone prop up hacks? . . . Idiots praising.

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Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC

ormond

Haiku ( sub-missives )

HP sycophants . . . Why would someone prop up hacks? . . . Idiots praising.

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