Logodaedalus

Logorrhea

Independent of the brain

Not a moment to reflect

Only time to wick up the gain

What was he thinking of and

Why did he dream he could convey a bright idea?

While his tongue was wagging

He forgot to use the space between his ears.

Logodaedalus

With the cunning of a fox

Paint him devious

In the corner of the room,

Pop Pandora out of her box.

What is he on about and

Why are his arguments so needlessly arcane

In their brilliance?

He's close to appearing more than slightly inane

With his crooked logic

And his dog-eared dictionary close to hand...

I don't think he's got it

But he's insistent that we're going to understand

His complete precision;

In the end he's certain that we'll all agree

With his definition...

An obsolescent word from 1663.

That says it all for me.