Quick wit has he who holds the staff
In office of thought and logical mind
On fleet silver wing and wind is borne
Mercury, trouble of a mischievious kind
Bears messages, airsped, with knowing wink
Word of mouths' gossip, free to spread
Fast news here and that's anothers' dread.
No depth of of minds' concentrated thought
Is applied to speech, no adhesive bind
Glib tongue is treackled in mind laid out
Merry to laugh and contradiction find
Entrance and exit, fluent language blink
Shakes the head of mans' sense galore
Nimble asexual is Mercury, mental whore.
Kings and paupers are in bundled cage
Share in mercurial gift of sanity
Reasons out sense, the feel and believes
Silver-tongued rascal defies rationality
But hold it down in a steel mesh of heavy task
Mind slips away, in gaps of wind to fill
Mercurys' mind is never, ever, still.
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