Sycophantic repetition
repetition repetition:
watch your few ideas grow stale with
sycophantic repetition.
Unambition, deignition:
you don’t try to break tradition:
eyes too full of your own shit to
see a chance for some contrition.

See, I think you’re still asleep.
This should be a mental leap:
you’re not Jesus; we’re not sheep.

So when we show signs of thinking,
you are left amazed and blinking:
lifeboats gone, the rats are fleeing:
they can tell your ship is sinking.

(Sulking aimed at me is fine.
You know where you crossed the line?
Pouring shit on friends of mine.)