They hoot that horn: “Hello!” “Goodbye”

No matter I am strolling by

And show the world the pig they are

While firing my amygdala.

My ancient ape gets in a bate

My hemispheres know mutual hate

And primal homicide thoughts blossom

Abetted by Corpus Callosum. 

They having passed, I then walk on

My endocrine excess - not gone.

I’m left to impotently rail

A chemic’ly run-ragged male.