Calling Home

Calling Home

 
Five dimes makes fifty cents;
It’s a hundred to call your ‘rents.
 
At only two bucks per minute,
You need more to be in it to win it.
 
Can you say you’ve lost your way?
You just hope to live another day.
 
You can pretend you have news,
Or just have nothing left to lose.
 
At the very least, you travel on
A road paved with good intentions.
 


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