BE CAREFUL HOW YOU READ ME

  

When I was a teenage werewolf,

I was too weak

to have meant what I said.

I was too young, to wet

behind my pointy little ears

to have enough experience to know

the phases of the moon.

 

But now I am mature—

a full-fledged werewolf—

and have learned to heed

those signs from Heaven,

O ye hypocrites!

 

Beware of me,

as I prowl among your pipe dreams,

and bear this in mind:

You may be high was a kite

from drinking original Coca-Cola,

but I can still bite you

and leave you howling

at the Man in the Moon!