Honour Faltering

I've given up respect: for me, for you,
For anybody. Time to pace the roads,
Describing all my enemies as toads,
Imparting wisdom to a chosen few
Who don't deserve it. No one has a clue
About respect. I've written many odes
Explaining virtue and old moral codes,
And honour faltering is nothing new.

Here's where it ends. Here's where the blurting ends,
The truth, the lies, the basking in the sun,
The hope, the desperation, and the fun.
It's over, all the triumphs, trips, and trends;
I'm finished with my enemies, my friends,
My relatives, and strangers. I'm all done.