You’ve no backbone,
Yet you’re not alone.
There’s a name for people like these,
Who are totally unscrupulous.
No command is too frivolous,
To society, you’re a disease.

You’re what we call a yes-man,
To your boss who’s a powerful man.
You willingly agree to his opinion,
Though it may go against the grain.
Oppose him, you restrain,
Pleased to also serve his companion.

Oho, your position is unsteady,
Despite the fact you’re ever ready.
One wrong move will create distrust ---
You’ll have to be on your toes,
Every minute, even when you doze,
Or out of the elite, you’ll be thrust.

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