Poems for Lovers and Sinners
Oh what has overtaken this body of mine?
From one of loving and caring
To this monstrous thing, which...
Stalks the streets of Victoria's London
Looking for my next victim
Of sacrificial slaughter -
Amongst the shadows of the gas lamps
Dark, dank allyways
Where the fog never lifts - And
The putrid stench lingers
Amongst the cobbles and sewers
Which surrenders into your nostrils -
This to me is my operating room
My surgery, my appointment with my patients
There is no call to anaesthetise
My flock of sheep from the shadows
Who do deeds for men
For the price of a shilling...
They deserve no better than the abattoir
Hence I roam the night looking, waiting
I think number 4 is in sight...
'Would you like a ride in my carriage miss?'
'Here It'll cost you a shilling you know'
'Well, why don't we make it 5 shillings eh?'
JACK THE RIPPER
Strikes Again. His Fourth Victim.
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