Charles Hice (May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Think INN the BOX
Think INN the BOX
they ripp out the old world they make the new world worse
666 park place
a poem should be about love
or rhyme with face
for us there is only prose the color of my purple nose
and the end of time is beckoning
they wish for all the people to be interchangeable one person with a number on the face and the number on the hand