Pride Slays Advice

Stem the tide your pride rides To a puerile pinnacle In a vain belief it makes sensational strides When like a locust your spiracle Exhales carbon dioxide To catalyze photosynthesis for red roses in your green garden While your pride derides advice and pays a hefty price dockside For endeavouring to harden The thick skin your pride grows Any time advice draws nigh To plant seeds and grant benefits in rows pride throws Away preferring to conjure up delays In opening the hermetic door To the bunker where pride slays Emissaries of advice on a cold floor Where to smithereens pride crushes advice Slices its fragments into a powder every hour Inviting a swarm of lice and an infestation of mice To overpower and devour harbingers of advice deploying devastating power Advice harbingers couldn’t summon In the face of impending death As Pride brags ‘Advice, come on So I increase my wealth, exterminating your health.’