ODE TO BRAIN GUY
OR
OBSERVER OPUS
This man in blue, wearing a dress
So perfectly polite and sane
And boring, too. Who could guess
That he has a huge, superior brain?
From the land of pure mind, far in space
He's unlucky enough to be hurled
From the peak of evolution (a very sad case)
To becoming a slave of Pearl!
Woe! Tragedy! Well, not quite
Gentle and helpful as he was
But also a snob, so without spite
Sees humans as less than amoebas.
Redeeming features? Yes, a few.
He's articulate, and wears a neat cape.
Smiles a lot, finds jobs to do,
Desperate, makes friends with an ape.
In need of a tan. A harmless sort,
Who applies diligence to every goal.
Can psycho-decrypt, can teleport,
And keeps his blue brain in a bowl.
As just a mind, has no need of senses,
But latent humor, like a melancholy clown.
So, freed from scrutiny, he commences
To chug a few brews and party down!
A respector of data, of facts, of knowing.
Smartest of creatures! A granted wish!
Limitless knowledge! Neurons overflowing!
Heck, let's *all* plop our brains in a dish.