Brains, Brains, Brains

lots of voxels
lots of spots'll
get you published
in a journal with prestige
poor post-docs look for jobs
 now beyond their reach

from your cubicle
color them with PET or FMRIs
you hope soon you will
receive your prize
be it Nobel or Lasker
the ethics officer you'll have to ask her
for permission to receive
otherwise that award you will have to leave

you can stain, slice, scan or record
 a neuron
so you will not be ignored
get a move on
there are others who wait to get on board

busy now with e-mail though
received another administrative memo
tom, sue, sophia, max and fitz along with the higher-ups
like leavitt and zerhouni
(you would think there's something really good to rhyme with zerhouni here)
through their obfuscation
get in way of plans
for world domination and subjugation

and in conclusion, a groaner,
now it is time for you to choose the rest
is this poem the best of the verse?
although you may detest
and deem it the verst of the best...