You need a ride, little girl? ..

The place looked like an abattoir
After the man finished with her
His face, a grisly, sweating mess
Ecstatic at his butchering best

He somehow managed chopping off
Her hands and feet, then headless corpse
Was stuffed into thick plastic bags
Those ones with pull-together tags

He'd figured out, then put her in
An almost full, huge restaurant bin
They got emptied every day
Then dumped in landfill, far away

These killers don't research at all
As, fitted discreetly on a wall
CCTV detected him
Disposing said bags, with a greasy grin

The biggest van reversed that day
With warning peeps, 'Get Out The Way'
It wasn't easy, lifting up
Receptacle swimming in guts

But off they roared, his deed was done
He disappeared to carry on
His favourite pastime, slaughtering girls
Who favour drugs, ten quid a whirl
Will fix her up for a short while
And give the men a shuddering smile

Be careful out there. Y'hear?