When the creatures in front of me stare,
'Tis their flesh I wish to tear.
How do they dare glower
At me, with all my poetic power?!
As the anger grows, I cease to trust
My ability to control my bloodlust.

I try to contain my rage,
Yet it escapes that protected cage,
And slashes through my enemies
Till I can no longer hear their frantic pleas
For mercy, as I hear my own deep, menacing growl
And the humans I commence to disembowel.

I want to hurt them so badly
But I'll get in trouble, sadly
I'll content myself with cackling madly
Making the counselor smile gladly
I'll just make voodoo dolls (like Boo Radley!)