RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP DAZE
Surrounded by Sycophants
You surround yourself with sycophants
And wonder how it went wrong
No one who dares to say you can’t
They all sing the same old song
Don’t you wish you had your father
To tell you what to do?
No sycophants will bother
To set it straight but it’s true
Every day you tell yourself
You are doing what is right
And every day they bathe you
In the glory of false light
But deep within the truth reveals
A frightened little man
Who thinks his very word can heal
But he fails to understand
When you’re surrounded by sycophants
You will never hear the truth
You may think you’re Honest Abe
But you’re really John Wilkes Booth
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