Sycophants

Sycophants run wild and free, existential tirades, belligerence in journeying, warring now before they decide to make peace, standing stoically and sure. Sweep my hand toward the shore, darling, I’ll be so buoyant, more in store. The sea promises more freedom for our ease,
. sail away with your searching;  designate ourselves with personal need. There is little more we can do but float away with our cause because sycophants unfortunately grasp some mighty oars.   . Fly away, away, from the despicable ineptitude which comes from the finest delirium of attitudes. What to reference, what is the undying cause? Fold fingers, press palms, let’s join in prayer together, be resolutely and temporarily assured. . Now we yearn for the freedom, to finally see, the antics of the sycophants in true perilous damnation toward humanity. . There’s so much to gain in asking why some won’t dismiss these sycophants, perhaps they have become too comfortable in their station, they stop and smile to appreciate the overtly kind words which herald them. For, some desire the obsequious language wrapped around them
like moss winding and mushrooms flourishing and growing…   . So, falsehoods are alive and heaving, the bloated Bougainvillea blossoms to accompany the egotistic celebration of their living and death-defying ‘ascensions’,
I stand and watch this farce, unfeeling.