Seen together

With his butcher

Stumbling down

Milwaukee Street

A brown boy fled

His butcher’s bed

And when they found him

He was almost dead

On his feet

On his wrists were

Handcuffs dangling

His destiny set for

Later strangling

There could have been

A rescue

When he ran into

The men in blue

But his killer

Undercover

Claimed he was

His lover

And cops claimed

They had no clue

To discover

So they sent

The poor boy back

To slaughter

All because they believed

In Dahmer

Seen together

With his butcher

Stumbling down

Milwaukee Street

A brown boy fled

His butcher’s bed

And was never see whole again