BY JACK STAUBER
Baby HotlinePlease hold me close to youBaby flat-lineStill time to do it too(Ha-ha-ha!)Baby snack timeChow down to earth but in your headShe's a hoarder of quartersAnd no boundary boredom-dumBoundary boredomI contend that your drinking eye has never openedI insist somebody will dieAnd I hate hopingWishing that the pills let you cryAnd I hate copingSomeday I will go back outsideAnd see her okay(Hotline!)Hung up and put on hold!(Hotline!)My line is getting cold!(Hotline!)Hung up and put on hold!(Hotline!)
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