Jack   - - - - for the Murderous Intentions Comp

 
It was a newspaper hack
That chose to call me ‘Jack’

I object to the ‘Ripper’ description
Slicing precisely is my prescription

I love these dark and foggy streets
An abundance of female treats

In the darkness of night
Most folks take fright

They’ll keep their mouths shut
Role their eyes up and just tut

Her nightmare, not dreams
I muffle her screams

Repeated deliberate stabbing
Despite her struggle and grabbing

I remove organs and pieces
Avoiding urine and faeces

Mementos from those I’ve put to sleep
I decided a while ago to eat what I keep

It’s time now to end my murderous smirk
My experiment failed despite my good work

I have killed and gorged I’ve been well fed
But the souls of the dead, remain with the dead

Of to my next adventure, they’ll never catch me
If they did, they’d do nothing. I am royalty you see