"Carnivorous", a poem

Carnivorous -
Clasping a Guinness, as
I slip through the dark, skipping past any witnesses,
Starving and shivering, I charge through the city,
Sniff, sniff goes my nose on the path of the bigoted:
Stench grows in my nostrils,
Scent makes me hostile,
Once too many they have meddled with my relatives,
Now my appetite's turned devilish,
I'm getting very peckish, and they smell so delicious -
Now they've seen me coming, they're running -
Those columnists leaking hate from each orifice,
And the cruel priests who would keep us all closeted
And the policemen who shoot for no reason,
The far-right-winger with the military interests
Who cannot play the skinhead, so funds him instead:
All these, I'll eat -
All these people concocting their viciousness,
I am a fox, they're a box full of chicken wings;
So they flee: they're desperate, see,
They know that they're each putting red on my teeth:
Soon one of them trips and then falls;
I sip, sip my Guinness then I lick, lick my jaws:
This first victim's a man, and he's old -
I've smelled something horrid at the bottom of his soul;
It smells of -
Silenced Jews and borrowed gold
So I take a deep breath and I swallow him whole;
He tasted of capers in vinaigrette -
His spirit pickled hatred into bitterness -
Didn't think that I would be a good cannibal:
But it makes a strange kind of logic, to be honest;
It's the only way I can stomach all the horror
Since each time I feed, there's a little less of it