The Ingrate Poem by RIC BASTASA

The mirror is not an ingrate.
It is just. It returns what you give.
It reflects you. When you smile
it smiles back.
It telsl the truth and patient
about what you do next.
Never does it decide how to please
and pacify you.It all depends on you.
You make yourself and the mirror
looks at you with
clear indifference.

you are not the mirror.
Ingrate. I give you a smile
you give me that frown.
you are the beast in front of me.
I have this spear, and knife.
And a gun too.

By now you already know
what i can really do.