Trading Brains

He hardly had anything to say. Many flocked to him just to hear his no-wisdom. I also have no-wisdom, yet I fail constantly to employ it. My silence is as good as yours, but I will break it first. My mind is gearless, it spins and I have an irrepressible hanker to write bibles, hasty poetic scriptures jotted into the air with a ball-point tongue. My unsaid is stuffed into a megaphone and deafened. Beware of the singing Magpie, it will steal your silence and call it wampum, don't exchange your no-wisdom for shiny beads.