Trust Me You Don't

Abjure my council, resist my
Advice.
Force not the flow from my
Face.
This insouciance proceeds of it's own
Discord.
I speak not for your
Benefit.
I cannot assist your trial of
Tears.
I choose, rather, to roast the pompous
Vanities.
Slice open the succulent scabs of
Self.
And Piss into the
Wind.