To all detractors:

What is it that you question?
Have I harmed you in any way?
Why is it that you stare with such malice?
Do you hunger for my demise?
If I were to perish tomorrow, would you celebrate?

I can imagine the scene:
Glitzy, of course,
with loud music,
a river of champagne,
and effigies of me burning aplenty.

I guess I can't blame you, my enemies.
I guess I can only look inward
in an attempt to see how I've lived my life.

Afterward, I laugh a little, feel a bit forlorn,
and wonder again, why, why, why?