Besmirched, Bathed Not, and Beast Kindred

I will drool when I gnaw on it;
When I'm not cool, I cause harm.
Could live on food that I grow, yet
I'd rather eat this arm.

I've a yen for this gustation
I love severed limbs, so pink
I raged with bestial frustration
When I was in the clink.

Went wild and then—
Reviled and penned.
I smile now;
I filed the cage wide open.
Besmirched, bathed not, and beast kindred am I.

Couldn't keep
Me in the keep,
Piled in the corner,
In a heap.
Besmirched, bathed not, and beast kindred am I.

There's a hart, and I slugged it
I ate it. How tasty!
Then I quaffed from the bloodlet
I'm raffish, you'd agree.

A thrill it is
To mill with kids
And feast on a hill
Of tin cans and lids.
Besmirched, bathed not, and beast kindred am I.

I schlepped within,
Some leopard skin,
My cold cave,
That I had unzipped from him.
Besmirched, bathed not, and beast kindred am I.