To the Behaviorist

Reward me
Punish me
 
The ends justifies
the means of motivation
 
of...
 
transcentation
 
To mold me into
your plaything
 
By fear and candy,
whichever tool is handy
 
That I might be slave
and you be king
 
To wear the pants
and carry the whip
 
While I jig in a sarong
to your every quip

Mindgame my brain
to noncomprehension
 
Bruise me and brand me
that I would take shape
 
Under your uber
condescension
 
You wish!