Entering the store
Seeing the smile
looking for more
Grin that stretched a mile
teeth razor sharp
ready to devour
creating music like the sounds of a harp
within this given hour
full of vanity
the retribution will taste of something sour
with no traces of humanity
drink from my cup
will introduce you to a world of brutality
dare to show me up
will crush any trace of individuality
take what is mine
your demise will be done dramatically
Crossed my line
just another fatality
never to be seen again
fangs now out of sight
well now then
here's another person that seems right
How are you today, dear?
Nice to meet you
Have nothing to fear
as a friend, you appear to be true
just don't cross me
do not invade my territory
for you will no longer be free
and once again, I will become predatory
The smile becomes normal
prim and proper
pleasant and formal
who is the shopper

Well done..I am in the store, behind the counter..
I smile at the shopper,a big wide smile..and turn slightly..
just as the light catches, the tip of my fang..

Now that could be a poem itself. Thank you. :-)

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Thank you :-)