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MISCONSTRUED

How many times are you gonna say,
That you canít stand to be clicking away,
When what they display that you see and you say are contrived?
Wheels are spinning, you aint in control.
You donít know how to act, you wanna change your role.
You wish that an activist could dig you right outta this hole.

Misconstrued, what to do?
Misconstrued, think it thru.

You need a shower and maybe a drink,
You need to slow down just for a minute to think,
Youíre frustrated following rules while confederates wink.
Outta patience, and youíre short on time.
Twiddling your thumbs, stompiní on some slime.
Running in place in a race falling farther behind.

Misconstrued, thought it thru.
Still confused, what to do to release the debris in my mind?

Shall we have a drink in the nude?
Cos thatís how I feel, like lip touching steel.
Another no-win ordeal, not fit to steal, all misconstrued.

Misconstrued, thought it thru,
Still confused, what to do to untap all the sap in my mind?

 

C & P Copyright Chris Giunta 2011

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