Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Bon Appetit

Criminally insane, I'm found

A menace to society.

So to the funny farm I'm bound,

For a life sentence set for me.

The killer instinct I pursued

Was to save society from

Worthless folks who were mostly rude.

Others turned out to be just dumb.

Vastly intelligent am I,

But locked up in a cell alone.

Grateful my memory supply

Relives the killings, all my own.

Dining on the victims I kill,

Hannibal, cannibal, my best skill.