I just can't stop you from picking my brain!

Ideas tend to materialize

Then thoughts possibly complex

Imagining erupt like crystal clouds

Erotic enchantments to animate the dead

I know why you want my brains

But first you must get past my head

Where muchy sentimental trash

Will assault your sences like f bombs

The a facades would drop

And Lord Byron would come

He arriving!

Cause love create joy be super!