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In the last week or so I have seen many uses of the word "neuroplasticity" in contexts that imply that the user does not, in fact, know what "neuroplasticity" means.

Hey, I know what it means. It's a super power. Neuroplastic Man. If I am using it wrong in my original post and am showing ignorance, apologies. 

So, a number of years ago, a then-girlfriend and I were bored one sleepless night. We made a game of coming up with words that we liked, words that amused us or words that rolled off the tongue and some nonsense words for added spice. She then decided to make a nonsense poem out of the collection of words. The first line of the poem comes from the word "acetaminophen."
 
THE MEN O' FINNE

I see the men o' Finne!
I saw with my own eyes- with this flapper in flare.
worse then the tyranny of the marmoset
worse then the swallow trapped in the thick tartar swamps
worse then the disembowelment of the romping platypus!

These druids, enslaved to the bulbous bouffant
slaved to the crustacean trollops
with their torso backwash squirming into
the crevi of their existence and strife
searching for the creature they called Somniferous
to add what he can to their ..  bouillabaisse de resistance!

take one spoon and you too shall be doing the Charleston-
the coochie coo with a skexsis eating gefling tapioca,
wondering if there is a delicatessen that only serves croissants

and what of the squid and crumpet marching towards you?
their feet like fate! Screaming sphincters!
they will surely ask :
"are you the barracuda? The lupus who watooseyed into the buttocks with your cutlery, and ever sassy glob and charm?"
"No, I am the rump of a dustbunny, mortal and vermilion
I am the frolicking wastrel- the brujah in the rough!"

and you remember an ephemeral sphinx that once told you
it was spontaneity and lies that broke
the asparagus tall like trees-
or was it Nietzche and his temptous spleen,
spewing philosophical hairballs,
like an hysterical weinersnitchtzel, pickle and spam?

no matter
the squid and crumpet are marching closer with their
Celtic leiderhosen wiggling with persnickety!
Their anti feetbed weaponry,
swinging like a giddy orangutan and knoosed swine!

and the fantastical zeppelin
funded by the river Styx,
wiggling through the clouds of Macadamia,
through it's highlandic gazeboes and refined rutabaga cuisine
struck every heart of the enslaved druids
as it crooned the bubonic anthem " Oh plethora! Oh plethora!"

"The crumpets and squid are marching closer
can anything help you now?" screamed the flapper, aware
"this must be THEE large and pendulous haunting fauxpau the Dali Llama spoke of!"

No, in these times of Pneumatic renaissance 
these times of iconhood and the dying rococo
where the cannibals eat the lovecrafts - the toboggans and try to copulate-
it is all a mistake indeed

Schenectady! Infamy!

the squids and crumpets attack you
like the epidermis that smothers the bones ,
And so you die in the arms of the flapper
who slowly whispers "Mered..."

I love Christmas time. It's the one time of the year that school children sing about drinking (Here We Go A Wassailing) and people kiss under parasites, as the mistletoe is a parasitic plant.

Overcome? No. Reprogram? Yes. It's all interconnected. Unless you've got some safe method of ripping out the entire limbic system, and still being alive at the end of it, you're pretty much stuck with the demented reptile. The neocortex can be employed to override most of the command impulses, tho.

I agree that one's animal nature can't be overcome. We ARE animals. We are primates in the animal kingdom. There isn't any getting around that. The difference between us  however and other primates like chimpazees, is our intellect, intelligence and the fact that we would most likely get arrested if we throw our poo at people who we don't like.  We can reprogram out brains through neuroplasticity, and thus better control our actions and reactions. We can use the human condition, or human nature to reprogram our animal nature.