MOTIVATED BY RAGE PRESENTS:
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COLLECTED POEMS FROM "LOVE'S NOOSE" BY SCOTT THAYNE
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WOE: BLIND DATE
CONTEMPLATION
TWO IF BY SEMEN
NO TOMORROW
BUFFET
BALEFIRE
CHERRY
SID'S
DON'T
LEGGO MY PREGGO
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"Woe: Blind Date"
I always had trouble finding a date;
Girls in this town never offer a taste.
With a huff and a puff I turned to a friend;
A buddy whose ex had promised again.
She was a piece of the highest regard;
A woman custom made like a shiny new car.
We went out to dinner and shared stories galore;
But I knew my chances were nothing but poor.
This was a woman who craved only the best;
It soon became clear the whole date was a jest.
A final round of drinks and I walked her home;
And in the silence I let my imagination roam.
With clothes on the floor and her makeup a sight;
I wished that we became lovers that night.
If only this woman would give me a chance;
I could deliver her all the pearls of romance.
Flowers, candy and great moments of passion;
Alas, my looks were somehow never in fashion.
Women like her always say I'm only a friend;
After which they never seem to call me again.
In was at this moment that I made a decision;
To take what I want and risk going to prison.
The night turned out better than I had dreamed;
Because of my courage to try a variety of things.
Years have now passed and I'm still single;
But I'm no longer repressed by fear of a tingle.
For whenever it's time to feed the urge;
A blind date is the only cure for my purge.
"Contemplation"
The rooftop was his domain.
With loaded rifle in hand.
He took bead on the land.
Death had become just a game.
"Two if by Semen"
I tracked the twins
Around the bend
And I sinned
Again...
And again.
"No Tomorrow"
For the champion in the ring,
There is no tomorrow.
For the soldier on the battlefield,
There is no tomorrow.
For the cop in a chase,
There is no tomorrow.
For the woman on my bed,
There is no tomorrow.
"Buffet"
The pieces of his body
All spread out and glistening
All I had to do
Was
Pick and choose.
"Balefire"
The village was scorched;
And all life was lost.
Many dead women and children;
But I don't give a toss.
We're soldiers on a mission;
It's survival at any cost.
Another town over the horizon;
We'll show 'em whose boss.
I exchange murder and honor;
My savior silent on the cross.
Soon this war will be over;
But my screams never stop.
Cherry
She was old enough to scream.
And boy
That was old enough for me.
SID's
I'm a nice enough guy
In some little regards.
Like making sure a kid dies
After I hit him with my car.
Sure, there's always that look
When a kid sees you coming.
But you have to keep steady.
Or that boy will start running.
Once a baby split apart
On the front of my hood
And his brains left a trail
Like I knew that it would.
When rubber crushes bone
It's like a musical symphony
A playground just ahead
With selections so many.
Don't
The little girl's hand pushes against my face.
“Don't.”
The old woman scratches against my flesh.
“Don't.”
The boy presses hard against my body.
“Don't.”
The pits of Hell accept my soul.
“Don't”
Leggo My Preggo
Mister, nine months ago I took me a wife;
A backstabbing woman who ruined my life.
While enjoying our honeymoon at an exotic place,
This stupid wife soaked up all my hate paste.
Several weeks later her slit didn't bleed,
And this baby she chose over my needs.
So tonight I'm going to end this fable.
With gun in hand I'll leggo my preggo.
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