His name was Dennis Rader
He was a dog catcher by trade
But that was just a cover
For the more evil game he played
It started in his childhood,
He was the oldest of four boys
But much unlike his brothers
He didn't play with normal toys
Instead he practiced murder
First, by pulling the wings off flies
Then sharpening sticks he found
To poke out some poor kitten's eyes
He grew, and went to college
Then served four years in the air force
Then afterwards he married,
His life followed the normal course
But there was something different
‘Bout this seemingly normal guy
On January fifteenth
The Otero family would die
He bound and gagged wife Julie
And her two youngest kids as well
Then he bound husband Joseph
And brought the four into his hell
Little Charlie Otero
Would discover the gruesome scene
He came home to find four dead
At the too-young age of fifteen
No one could guess the reason
For this fledgling killer's first flight
He struck again in April
When he killed Ms. Kathryn Bright
Kathryn was unsuspecting
When she arrived home that day
That Dennis was there waiting,
That she and Kevin were his prey
He separated the two
And tied them each to their own chair
Then he stabbed, shot and strangled
And left the pair for dead right there
But brother Kevin was strong,
He awoke when his sister cried
He was able to get help
Although Kathryn soon later died
It seems then, Dennis got scared,
He went in hiding for three years
Then he stalked and killed Shirley
About three months after New Year's
But his thirst for blood weren't gone
In seventy and seven
He waited ‘til December
Then sent Nancy Fox to heaven
His inner demons struggling,
He wouldn't kill for eight more years
That little town in Kansas
Had put to rest it's darkest fears
But Dennis liked the lime-light
And couldn't stand to be forgot
So he wrote a short letter
Bragging about that boy he shot
The dog catcher liked poems
And loved talking about his crimes
So he spent a couple years
Taunting the cops with silly rhymes
Then in April, eighty-five
He did his crime on Marine Hedge
He deviated this one,
The authorities would allege
He never killed at night time
Nor took bodies from whence they died
But remove Ms Hedge, he did
First, to church, then dumped her outside
The next was a young mother
Whom he killed in front of her child
She screamed, "What about my kid? "
But he just strangled her and smiled
Then he walked out the front door,
not touching the Wegerle kid
But later wrote a letter
Telling the cops just what he did
His last was Dolly Davis
In January, ninety-one
He told her he was wanted,
Just a criminal on the run
He mimicked he was leaving,
Gathering car keys and some food
Then he strangled Miss Davis
Right in the chair where she was glued
He took her out and dumped her
Returning later to take pics
‘Cuz jerking to their photos
Was how he really got his kicks
That's ten innocent victims
He sits in prison for this day
And that is not to mention
That old woman who got away
Her name was Anna Williams
He stalked her in seventy-nine
He hid out in her closet
After severing her phone line
But Anna was elusive
And had no schedule to keep
Dennis gave up on waiting,
Left without putting her to sleep
If he only stopped writing
He'd still be killing to this day
But his pride was his downfall
And was the end of B.T.K
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fabulously written poem, very well done.