[ POEMS ] 16 WILL GET YOU 20 THE HIV MAN STREET SWEEPER TOMMOROW AND TODAY THESE SINS MY FIRST THE SCRAPE OF BONE LOVELY PARTING GIFTS LOVE'S NOOSE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS FATHER'S DAY MORE POEMS [ OFFICIAL TRANSCRIPTS ] October 13, 1971ON-AIR interview with Scott Thayne Infamous 1977 television broadcast where Scott Thayne was kicked off the air...   [ CONTACT THAYNE ] Ask Scott Thayne a question, support his cause or just tell him how much he kicks ass. E-MAIL ADDRESS

"16 Will Get You 20" Short skirt and strawberry hair. What secrets are behind that stare? Too many restless nights are in my past. I can't see through the sin of circumstance. They took me away after a thousand kisses. But I wouldn't trade her love for a judge's decision. About the law, brother, I've learned plenty. 16 will get you nothing but 20. "The HIV Man" I wander these dark streets A prisoner of the past. My sins have led me to death. But I feel no remorse Over The life I leave behind. Memories Cause me great pain. But I press on Knowing Tomorrow Is uncertain. Because I'm already dead. "Street Sweeper" The wind in my hair/Propels me to kill. So many moving targets/Just over the hill. This truck is the/Instrument of my rage. The accelerator is the liquor/That fuels my hate. Today I give up/The sacredness of life. And cherish the screams/This cold winter night. "Tomorrow and Today" I cry in my sleep over things that I've done.      Tomorrow is remorse; Today is fun. I choose my prey by the color of hair.      Tomorrow is guilt; Today I pare. I find joy in the sounds of their screams.        Tomorrow is regret; Today I dream. I feel the noose tighten around my neck.      Tomorrow is Hell; Today I repent. "These Sins" These sins... Are all that I have. After a lifetime. Of living. And now. My final. Breath. Is. A curse. Forgive me. Not. For I know. Full well. What I've done. And. I smile. Unto death. And accept. These sins... "My First" The girl certainly put up a fight, But I came away a victor that night. "The scrape of bone" Tender is the night; Slender is the flesh. Gagged and bound; Snatched from town. Blond hair curled; Curse of the world. Innocence lost is manhood's gain; Those screams only fuel the pain. Crimson geyser, lucious stream; Covergirl on a magazine. Beg for mercy, twist and trash; White knuckles set the trap. The scrape of bone is the sweetest sound; As the blade of mercy journeys up and down. Tender is the night; Slender is the flesh. Tonight my lust receives no rest. "Lovely Parting Gifts" Clumps of hair            & A lifeless stare. A severed nipple           & Panties with fecal A collection of toes              & A neck twisted fro. A heart still beating              & Escape misleading. A gash filled with fist             & Lovely Parting Gifts. "LOVE'S NOOSE" Feet jerk. Bowels empty. Torso convulses. Eyes pop. Spine snaps. Love happens. “A Few of my Favorite Things” A hungry rat placed inside a crib.   Eating. While the newborn baby screams. …these are a few of my favorite things… Providing the homeless with a sandwich.   Swallowing. The specs of glass unseen. …these are a few of my favorite things… A little blind boy thinks that it's raining.   Matches. Flesh blackens with heated gasoline. …these are a few of my favorite things… “Father's Day” The door crashed open and I could smell whiskey, So I hid `neath the bed in hopes Dad wouldn't see me. But my Dad was smarter than I ever was, `Cuz he found me without so much as a fuss. Since I was the oldest girl in the house, Dad took as treasure what I hid in my blouse. For what happened next became a routine, As Dad had his way `til I was sixteen. Sister, that's the year I found me a gun, And told Dad he was through with his fun. He died screamin' with a bullet in the brain, And mister, that was the very best… Father's Day.            NEXT PAGE MOTIVATED BY RAGE.COM  MAIN PAGE