Honor

Why do I feel the whole world will turn against me?

Isn’t that paranoia?
Will there be no one left to defend me?

Nurses will have to attend to me
someday, if it goes that far—
I mean, if the whole world turns against me.

It could be, resentment is spreading.
I have my own brand of honor.
Who’d care or dare to defend me?

It’ll be just as I’m dreading:
all my mistakes will sit in my adversary’s
corner, aiming my own gun at me.

Times in life I’ve had to defend my
own solitary honor
when there was no one else to defend me.

Just a silly
paranoid guy worrying—
no reason for the world to turn against me.
My good looks will defend me.