To hell with those captivating,
winsome,
yellow eyes.
While you're shadowing
inadequate rabbits
claiming vegan-ism,
I refuse to be the one
to believe that you filed
down your teeth.
That you no longer manipulate
and sink your claws
into the weak and naive.
Displaying their charming severed heads
on your mantel as trophies,
lipstick dripping,
that will never be me.
Because I am the alpha.
I finally found closure
and brilliance
at the end of your
dark aura
and unscrupulous persona.
So to hell with your sad songs to the moon,
Wolf,
that I hear so frequently.
Always blaming it on
being the only one
around
when your instincts
took control
and your sanity
took a vacation.
Crying to the moon
but never
the sun.
**STOP ******* SINGING!