A poem I wrote as a challenge to a neuroscientist who dared someone to write a first impressions poem about him on a dating app, lol…

Merlin of The Mind

It seems it is tough
not to mix it all up
with so many stimuli that entices
He seems like the type
to cure a bitch of all her worldly vices
Keep your eye on the brain guy
he knows what it means when you’re sleeping
It seems it is tough
to also mix it all up
when he might be the villain you’re seeking
calculated, stimulated and frustrated
because no one knows enough to call you a god
if I could celebrate it, inflate it and prognosticate it
is there a transmitter that’ll make me stop?