Jeffrey Dahmer

Jeffrey Dahmer

Being tall and handsome the boys and men loved Jeff, sadly if they went home with him, it would lead to death

He'd give them drugs or alcohol, take pics and make them pose, tie them up then beat them, then remove all remaining clothes

Drag them in the bedroom, he'd lay down and stroke their skin, often having sex with them, his soul was full of sin

He tried to drill into their brains, he wanted them as slaves, to be with him forever, to see to all he craves

But when he couldn't keep them alive, he sliced them up in bits, putting some in his fridge, or in a pot that fits

He cooked them and ate them, a Cannibal was Jeff, not only did he kill those boys, he desecrated death

Heads in pots, legs in bags, tender cuts from thighs, when the police caught him, they couldn't believe their eyes

Jeff was sent to prison, no chance of getting out, many people spoke to him, to find what he's about

It seemed he was lonely, he wanted to have a friend, but when they all tried to go, it kinda sealed their end

Jeff was later killed in jail, a mad man with some weights, stoving, Jeffs head in hard and fast, I guess you'd call it fate

Ron Summers