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I had a quarter, to call someone who cared,
About our nation and how it faired.
Ten rings I waited, as good phone etiquette decrees,
"Maggie's Drawers" were just flapping in the breeze.
I placed the call, but it didn't do any good,
Steadily ringing, I put it down when I should.

I told my neighbors what I saw taking place,
They said the cops would be coming with mace.
I thought they could use my quarter for themselves,
I wasn't surprised to see it was dusty on the shelves.
I took back my quarter to try and call once again,
I was called a thief and told "stealing is a sin."

I've called many times and never an answer I get,
I've gotten so angry that I could just spit.
But I stopped trying to reach anyone some time ago,
I got tired of telling others to watch the magic show.
For the magician has always got something up his sleeve,
That he doesn't is what he needs you to believe.

philman_36