Mercury

Where were you on the day
When Mercury went into retrograde?
Did someone mess up your credit?
Did your recorders, computers, and machines
Interact on a different level than ever before,
Where, as a result, you lost data, and you
Oh yes you, were somehow resposible?
Hey, can’t we equilibrate and equally liberate
Our minds with the tides of the universe
So that we can proportionally
Complement the dysfunction abound?

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