Wrote paperback book
after paperback book
because he had the
right source – himself.
Would commit the perfect
crime using his split
personality – a modern
day ‘Jekyll and Hyde’.
Drank a potion mixed up
by his partner in crime – his
deceased wife; she was the
first one that he murdered.
Murdered with a carving knife
As sharp as-a doctor’s scalpel
And the author knew how to use
it – with precision, but no mercy.
Had book signing after book
signing – sold millions of copies
And that’s where he’d pick his
next victim, always female.
Then along came an undercover
cop – she quickly had his number
Showed-up at one of his signings
Afterwards, tailed him to his home.
Waited till dark and made her move
With search warrant in hand; broke
into his lab and filled Jekyll’s wife
with lead – then emptied his potions.
Substituted the elixir with water
as-in H2O; she hid and called
for backup – the paperback writer
came in and drank the placebo.
When he spotted the undercover
cop, he bolted – police followed
And no matter how hard he tried
He could run, but he couldn’t ‘Hyde’.
Was caught, handcuffed – the cops
purposely slammed his face into the
doorframe of the patrol car; his skin
began cracking like aging pottery.
When it had all crumbled onto the
floor of the squad car, the arresting
officers and the undercover cop sat
in horror – it was Jack the Ripper . . .