Bite marks

I had both arms inside your mental cage  
you didn't even offer me a stool,  
did the lumps of meat you shook taste strange  
 was I the only tamer that you fooled.  

You'll always be the first to taste the kill  
our cubs may fight but know the scent of blood.  
I'll wait to eat so you can take your fill  
then lick them clean so that they know they're loved.  
 
With mud soaked pride I offer you a fall,  
and watch the flight of reason as it runs.  
I take my stand yet you still make me crawl  
the floods you drown have only just begun.  
 
The water hole is poisoned with my stink  
so I relax and watch you take the drink.