Pick up the phone,
and welcome to the psychic chat.
Free for the first 5 minutes,
and then three fifty after that.

All that they ask of you,
is to be there psychic friend.
To never ever let the line,
the line of communication end.

You need to find the answer,
to find a psychic solution.
Call it what you will,
I call it mind pollution.

Let me call upon you,
in my state of confusion.
For I'll need someone to point,
to point me in the right direction.

You keep coming back for more,
but it's all the same as before.
They're just taking you for a ride,
can you be my psychic guide?

4/29/99

theflannelman@hotmail.com


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