Job Jack Poem by Ima Ryma

Like any day, I was at work,
But then the boss was scolding me.
Why is the boss being a jerk?
Part of my brain said fight or flee.
But alas, 'twas too late to run.
The boss's toxic vibes grabbed hold.
Raw brain primitives had begun
From my amygdala of old.
I just blanked out where I was at,
Then saw the boss's body dead.
Did I and why did I do that?
Emotions took over my head.

Judge - there's a defense why I cracked.
My amygdala was hijacked.