Miserably Misinterpreting Me

Growing up reading words, then 
Reading words about those words
I grew up re-reading & singing &
So never actually writing, 'cause
By the time I picked up my pen
I was already tired of fools
So full of fumes & their selfs
Miserably misinterpreting Me
& though I'd never written a word
Already I'd heard it all before
From charlatans who sound smart
Only to their selfs & the like
When confusing the Truth's Time
From greater minds than mine

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