You don't have to say hello,
Barely uttering
A threatening
Guttural bellow,
If that frown
Beneath your entitled crown
Is all you know,
The furrow
Of your brows
Could scare away crows,
Your lips uncurled
Just a straight dark line
Like your heart in a jar
Flat lining,
Dead and rotten
I dread to imagine
How you are
By yourself unfurled,
Shattered mirrors and tattered
Wallpaper all about scattered,
Stagnant water in clogged drains;
The decay alone
Could set the tone
For the saddest
And cruelest
Of Broadway shows,
If hell froze over I fear my dear
Your disdain
Would burn a hole
Right through to where I sat,
So if you don't, if you can't
Angle down your nose
And you've all but forgotten,
How to tip your metaphorical hat
And butter a more cheerful 'how are you?',
A nod; just a nod will have to do...
© okpoet