The Nodding Donkeys

 

You surround yourself with yes-men

Nodding donkeys

Dipping ducks

Extreme sycophants

Toadies

Who take their pleasures from licking boots

 

It’s a wonder they don’t crick their necks

With all that nodding

 

You offer the crumbs from your table

But for the special ones

The nodding donkeys

A soupçon more  

 

And they take it

In nodding agreement

Thirty pieces of silver

 

Fill their heads with rice

And you’d hear them rattle

As they nod

And they nod

And they nod

 

They don’t even know

What they’re nodding for

It’s now a reflex action

To nod

 

You don’t even need to finish your sentence

You barely need to start it

And they’re off

Nodding

 

And when the shit hits the fan

We all get splashed

Including the nodding donkeys

 

And they nod