The leopard loves his spots

 You’ve heard the tale

Yet you entered his den

to be consumed

alas you did not know when

for you thought the leopard was not attached to his spots

afterall he cried about how on the inside he was free from said dots

that what is happening is just a fluke

oh how he played you like a flute

yet you thought you were in tune.

Not only are those spots clear as day

His greediness for his desires would never let them fade

He acts like he is not self-aware

But he knows he’s a wolf in the disguise of a hare

But its okay

You can move on now

As you’re no longer his prey