kudos

What need
have you for lauding?
You twist so hard
to clap yourself
upon your own back,
amazed I am
you have not sprained
or strained a muscle.
Or that you can
raise your head
for all the laurels
about you draped.
So many kudos
heaped upon you that
laden with your accolades,
hollow words unearned,
you surely would collapse
if not for the ones who
behind you stand
propping you and
awaiting the gesture grand.