Trinity Lobo's Poetry

Jeffrey Dahmer

JeffreyDahmer, Jeffrey Dahmer
Sounds like the name of a full fledged rammer
You were such a gentle boy
but you never played with toys
Torture was your middle name
you used it in all your games
kill all animals , yours or stolen
and bake their heads in the heating oven
and even as time passed by
a tortured chick wouldnt make you cry
You grew up to a fine young man
carrying all your childhood traits
and must i also mention this
you carried the virus of satans kiss

A good smooth talker you could be
you'd do well in the marketing tree
influencing black gay men
with promises of sex and drugs
As they come into your house
attack from behindlike a thug
Before they know whats going on
theyre on the plate and youre singing along
eating their flesh and humming a song
oh dear i forgot to mention
the deeds of yours i keep in retention
that after you killed your helpless victim
you,d shove your dick inside their rectum
a jolly good time that you would have
with gay black men sent from heaven
one things for sure
you were scared of aids
cause you'd always use a cover
before screwing your dead lover
so much concern for your health
you fuckin selfish bastard
didnt you ever think of the friends
and relations of the people you killed
Concerned !huhh
After all your victims died, Mr.Dahmer
you came to life
just like the sharpening of a blunt knife

You also loved mutilation
and hence were a fan of experimentation
disposing corpses in different ways
of poor unfortunate black gays
putting a head between the legs
removing the brain from the skull
and pushing that thing inside the mouth
slicing off their wide eyeballs
making mutton chops of their diseased galls
ripping out their stomach open
and cutting the heart part by part
keeping their bleeding shit head
As a token on your bed
continuing your creative ventures
of trying different things
and the ideas you had that
brought people suffering
Imagine drilling a hole in
a living mans head and then
pouring acid in those holes
you actually did this
you thought he,d become a zombie

all your deeds came to light
when your house by the cops was raided
Three dissolving bodies in acid vats
severed heads
seven skulls
a penis in a lobster pot
and a cupboard of skeletons
a nerve shattering experience for the cops
if i must say
and a last surprise yet to come
a "heart " in the freezer
kept there for eating later
i hope you didnt forget your manners
you should have called them for dinner
well, as the saying goes
all good things must come to an end
so is the case for bad things
you were murdered by your own kind
another killer named christopher scarver
now.. youre dead and gone
the only thing that remains on this earth
is your brain
kept in formaldehyde
and stored for scientific gain
we could marvel at the human brain
the great things with it that we could do
and its really a pity for the world
if a good one goes to waste.