I don’t have to answer to you.
The snarling of your lip
and the scratching of your claws
are free to fester, dig and holler.
I’ve got something better than your want
that negates your bloodthirsty glut
I’d offer it to you if I knew
it would do any good
but you’re not in the place,
never wearing anything but that true face
and I’m not a coward if I turn the other way.