Charles Hice

Rookie (May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Son - Poem by Charles Hice

SOn you will always be the Prodigal one
by Charles Robert Hice on Tuesday, January 24,2012 at 4: 00pm

SOn you will always be the Prodigal one

SOn you will always be the Prodigal one

mainstream society those that have keep it they do not share it is this anything new under the son they will help you to a point you down the street and let you go there by yourself every Hover Built Concrete Places time INN the Ivory Tower they have no bad teeth they do not wish or want they drink they shoot upp dopes full of turkey skinney legs with false Hover Built Concrete Places hope and no real heart and no real love for the poor will always be walking past the door and when they make the mistake to listen to the Hover Built Concrete Places stuff from out you mouth they get so Hover Built Concrete Places confused the missing word rhymes with dam it is a secret word perhaps even considered by some Upon the doorstep lies the end of actual time when you step too lively there upon my flaxen head it will cut me to the bone and neck will bare the curse of the Hover Built Concrete Places there will be singing in numberless rows all the feet of all the people have all the peoples toes there is a section near the door where all the prodigals reside the Lord has done this for they are far too loud with praises to be all the way inside they Scream the thank yous from the very last row you knoe the type of people there were the rowdy and the worst on earth the thankful to be in Heaven lost and found them Prodigal SOns of Jesus now

ewe eye am ONE of them Lost Prodigal Sons

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 24, 2012

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