Jeffrey Dahmer Ate My Boyfriend

I thought I'd start sharing some more of my writing, just to get it out there and read by someone. What better critiques than my fellow horror fans? So, here goes. This is one of my favorite poems that I've ever written. I don't claim to be a poet, per say, but I do try every now and then. They're usually not that great, but this one has stuck with me since I wrote it about four years ago. I hope you enjoy it. :)

Jeffrey Dahmer Ate My Boyfriend

Here’s a story you won’t soon forget
It’s the story of a boy
And how his end was met
We were on a road trip, you see
Just he and I
We wanted to travel the world
See everything underneath the sky
He stopped at a store
And went inside for snacks
It struck me peculiar
When he didn’t come back
I went inside to investigate
See what was taking him so long
What I saw inside there
I thought it very wrong

His heart was on a table
His fingers strewn about
His brain was in the freezer
And his spleen had been ripped out

I saw a man
With blood dripping from his lips
This couldn’t be real
I was surely having a fit

I dropped to my knees and began to cry
All this gore I couldn’t believe
And then I heard a soft sweet voice that said
“Hi, my name is Jeffrey.”

Jeffrey Dahmer ate my boyfriend
Killed him really well
He looked at me and said
“It’s alright. They don’t let cannibals in Hell.”
I said “Man, you’re crazy.
They’ll let anyone in there.”
He looked really sad
Then got really glad
As he smiled and said, “I’ll share.”

So that’s it, kiddies
The way he bit the dust
That’s just the way it happened
It must have been bad luck
But do not cry for me, children
Please do not fret
For I made a new friend on that trip
And, really, what you see is not what you get
His name is Jeffrey, and he is really neat
He always knows just the right way to
Eat. Your. Meat.

1 comment:

  1. You certainly have a way with words! I can't write poetry...not one bit at all. This was excellent!