Necrophilia and dismemberment
All the men at the gay bar had no clue
Until Jeff’s neighbors caught a gruesome scent
Little did they know, corpses lay askew
He longed to make zombies from their remains
Raping his victims and tasting their skin
Using acid to pour into their brains
But all was to no use. Jeff couldn’t win
So of all his victims, photos he snaps
And he carefully did paint their skulls gray
And after he got rid of all the scraps
The skulls he painted were put on display
He killed 17 men. Jail was his fate
He died in 94’ by an inmate
Author notes
This is a sonnet based on Jeffrey Dahmer, a serial killer.
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