How many times are you gonna say,
That you can't stand to be clicking away,
When what they display that you see
And you say are contrived?
Wheels are spinning,
You ain't in control.
You don't 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,
You're frustrated following rules while confederates wink.
Outta patience,
And you're short on time.
Twiddling your thumbs,
Stompin' 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 that's 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