Extinct
The last angry scream
was heard in circa three zero one six,
said the Committee For Conservation
of Emotional Diversity.
Plundered by Prozac,
anger management
and breathing skills,
It died at the turn of the century.
In its place, it spawned
a new religion of deep inhalers
whose bodies were temples,
who ate low-fat meals.
Its demise was recorded
in the Extinct Emotion Registry,
created by a concerned few
in circa two zero seventy
to preserve all that was
lost or deleted,
when megachips decoded
genomic anomalies,
faulty circuitry,
marginal incongruities,
and scrambled
the infinite capacity
that humans had for error.
Godawful poem #2
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