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.’
Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018
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