When politics licks boots instead of leading, satire is the only weapon left.

Washington is theater, not governance, where loyalty outweighs law and sycophants replace leaders.

Lickspittle Parade is a chant-driven indictment of cowards and cronies who’ve traded spine for spotlight — a mirror to the parade stomping through today’s headlines.

Tongues polished, boots shine bright,

Brown-nose thrones in morning light.

Eyes wide, spines gone weak,

Morals crawl where cowards speak.

Tommy Homan, cold with pride,

Tears down lives, the law his guide.

“Just my job,” a knowing wink,

Families vanish, pushed to brink.

It’s the Lickspittle Parade,

Truth is broken, trust betrayed.

Crawl in grease, obey, obey —

Welcome to the Lickspittle Parade.

Stephen Miller, ghost in flesh,

Goebbels look in bargain dress.

Dreamed a wall, a cage, a chain,

Signs his bans in blood and stain.

Pam Bondi smiles, defends the lies,

Covers grifts with painted eyes.

Blink and dodge, the list goes on,

Justice cracks, the people pawned.

It’s the Lickspittle Parade,

Truth is broken, trust betrayed.

Crawl in grease, obey, obey —

Welcome to the Lickspittle Parade.

Kash Patel with his black book,

Writes down names with hangman’s hook.

“You cross the Don? Then you are through.”

Democracy fades from view.

Kristi Noem with deadly grin,

Shot her dog, called it a win.

Brags on air with no remorse,

Border guard on broken horse.

It’s the Lickspittle Parade,

Truth is broken, trust betrayed.

Crawl in grease, obey, obey —

Welcome to the Lickspittle Parade.

We don’t march, we just approve,

Golf course deals, the power moves.

Smile for cameras, sign the checks,

Profit climbs as country wrecks.

We don’t cheer, we underwrite,

Freedom fades in polished white.

Spin the facts, the blade won’t fade,

We bankroll the Lickspittle Parade.

It’s the Lickspittle Parade,

Truth is broken, trust betrayed.

Crawl in grease, obey, obey —

Welcome to the Lickspittle Parade.

We watch, we laugh, we click, we share,

The circus burns, we do not care.

Truth was costly, rage is free,

The parade was made for you and me.

You clap along, you play the game,

Fascism grows, but who’s to blame?

Bow and scrape, the show goes on,

Clap still harder, the line is drawn.

It’s the Lickspittle Parade,

Truth is broken, trust betrayed.

Crawl in grease, obey, obey —

Welcome to the Lickspittle Parade.

Obey, obey, obey…