Soulectomy - Poem by Mark Sauer
The 'soul' is a strange vestigial gland,
A vermiform appendix of spirit;
Ignored, except when putrid or unfit,
It serves no useful function in our planned
Efficient age. It's atrophied, its span
Exceeded; so we're thankful to relate,
Like pelt or tail, this freakish trait
Is now at last a rarity in Man.
Unfortunates still born with the defect
Are excised through some therapeutic fix;
Drugs, porn, modern parenting, politics
Have often been employed to good effect.
If these fail to cure, there remains, though cruel,
Surgery radical but sure - Law School.
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