Payphone's Out of Order
This booth i'm in , you call a body
apparent problems , wiring shoddy
can't get thru all the busy signals
rush of the race , eluding victuals
can't get thru with simple affection
are they harnessed wrong , disconnection
is comprehension a distant voyage
where i'm now speaking a foreign language
is the dark pit of self so deeply entrenched
where thirst for knowledge will never be quenched
long distance calls from this booth i'm in
dialing the right number is where to begin
as long as i remain on the right frequency
at least avoid world's subsequent delinquency.....
Food for thought , all for naught
line is open , if it's sought.........
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