Jack the Ripper

This poem is a fictional exploration of the historical figure known as Jack the Ripper, written to reflect on one of history’s most infamous unsolved mysteries. It is not intended to glorify violence or disrespect the victims of these tragic events. The purpose is artistic and historical, aiming to provoke thought and discussion. Reader discretion is advised due to the dark subject matter.

There were five that I killed

I cut them with my knife

Hey boss you see I’m skilled

At taking a whore’s life

I sent you a few notes

And part of a kidney

I am full of boosts

Of how you’ll never catch me

I am a evil being

I do things that make

All the girls scream

Afraid their lives I will take

I like to read about myself

In the London paper

It is obvious that I felt

The police were in my disfavor

Boss can you get my clues

Left in blood red

Can you stop what I do

Or will I add to the list of the dead