servile flatterers

syc’ o phan-cy

syc’o-phan tic

syc’ o-phan’ti-cal

syc’o-phan ‘ti-cal-ly

i will tell you what you want to hear   tell me stories of who you know   what these gods of worship      have whispered in attentive ear      what praise have    you have been given     let it fill the voids     left by the unloved   let me join your exclusive club       of the  damaged  we need a new king     the old are fading and have left us          wishing that we could fill       emptied footsteps     the crown is ready      give us your time           of day

mix one heaping barrel ful of excessive de ‘vo-tion         into cement churner through the ages    then question which heat comes through  as lasting/solid       true heat     how many decades    have the women watched     like everything else   we roll  it out    spun differently   no scepters or high-ceremony necessary   only longevity built      on    realism      we become friends      share secrets  ask for nothing but continuity of an honest heart….. the men lay theirs out    competing for tarnished trophies       side by side       glad-handing each other   while critiquing with drawn blades of caution    for as long as it serves them   and with constant measurement of manhood size     outdo me!    worship me !    do me with false-praise    and you can join my club of secrets!   we measure on different scales     what we offer holds no blind threats to one another      our worth is measured     by heart   by honesty  we share tools to build on   strong boards are erected       for support      they are enough to hold us and our egos      in check           holding us in place as true/holding us up     a hand /a word  /the  real     no hidden agendas    no fangs to surprise   soft necks with later in a day        the words we share       are validated       the concept of impressing each other         makes us laugh    until we cry

 gender / gratitude     we hold the secrets    often sharing with the other  gentle      men  we nod     smile knowingly   at each other        understanding       the folly of  having it        any other way

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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