Accolades

by: David Lee

Accolade
Serenade
Hopes drop
Like hand grenades
I’m here to say
I’ll mold you like clay
And leave you on the floor
Freshly filleted
I see it in your eyes
Don’t listen to the lies
Coming at you blazing gun
You know I’ve already won
Quiver you’re so afraid
Just hand me
My accolades

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