Stimulator, aggravator
It dwells in my brain
As a swamp alligator
Rushing blood through my veins

Most complex captivator
It loves to prey on my senses
And laughs while watching the slaughter
Of all my emotional defenses

With games of cerebral flirtation
It plays with your heart like an actor
While happily stirring confusion
In the head like a merciless cancer

With the cunning craft of a burglar
It knows how to rob me of reason
Mixing pleasure with anger
Yet still arousing dormant creation

With the right kind of stimuli
I hear it could even come to inspire
A whirlwind of mystical satori
And bring this somber mind to rapture

But...
If this ganglion had an on/off switch
I would gladly turn it off and sacrifice
All these possible moments of bliss
To not let what's left of my sanity be the price