Genetic Self Construct

Probably One of the Longest Poems I've Written. This is Not the Final Draft, but I want to share.

Genetic Self-Construct
by Dan Ankers

When The Doctors First Learned How to Read The code,
The structure of Genes,
When it Was Finally Refined,
Everyone Stood in Line,
Scrambling to Be Read,
And Looking for Answers,
Always Looking for Answers...

That Saga Though,
Is a Poem For A Later Time.

On This Day, What I'd Like to Discuss
Is A More Divergent Matter
And It Is Thus...

As Scientists Scoured the Masses
They Found Many Things
That Could Pass for Perfection,
Things That Made Us Genetically Better,
Things That Would Forward Our Marvelous Design,
Through Time
Though Some Other Things That Were Found Buried in There...
Were Relics of Old Ways,
And Were Best Left Behind

Strange Things Were Unraveled
Which, At First, Caused Much Consternation
And Then Were Soon After Understood,
Much To The Relief Of the Nation
However,
There. Was. One. Weird. Trait.
Found Randomly Within Some of The Anonymous Rabble
And it Left All The Geniuses,
Patently Baffled.

They Found Portions of it Clumsily Stored,
Like Some Forgotten Part in an Old Machine,
Or An Earlier Painting Discarded,
Underneath Another Piece of Art,
Stored Within Section G24,
Seemingly for No Reason At All,
There was a Self Destruct Feature That When Activated...
In an Instant,
Would Destroy Any Semblance of Sanity or Fear
Within Whatever Creatures,
It Should Happen to Appear

The Perplexing Thing Was,
That Many Who Had It
Were Still Happily Alive,
Even More So Than Most
Long Past the Date,
When It Should Have First Killed Its Host...
They, In Fact, Felt Great.

No Matter What Their Condition,
They Seemed to Have Found Peace,
Whether on Their Death Bed,
Dying From A Disease
Or Somewhere in a Church,
Bowing to Their Knees,
Or On Mount Everest,
They Seemed to Have Found A Strange Peace,
Contrarily to Their Genes...
And That Did Not Sit Well,
With the Government Men At Area 10

What Made These People,
So Happy in Their Madness?
Why Didn't They Seek Refuge
In a New Couch or TV?
I Mean Certainly They Owned These Things,
Only They Didn't Seem
To Worship Them
And Disturbingly, Instead,
They Seemed To Find Their Real Fruits,
In the Comforts of Their Head
Where Nobody At All Could Advertise,
Or Even Try to Make A Buck
Where No Presidents Could Make Speeches,
Where No Talking Heads Could Reach Them,
With No External Focal Points,
How Would The Preachers Preach Them?

Identity Imprecise,
With No Reasonable Traits At All,
These People Craved Experiences,
You Might Even Say They Desired Life
Of All Things Most Abominable,
With Nobody Telling Them How To Be GOOD,
How Would They Even Know?
If They Were Doing Right?
By All Things Good and Holy,
Consumerist and Humorless?
How Would They Ever Know,
Where To Go When They Died?

To Make Dire Matters Darker,
There Even Seemed to Be,
Those Who Were Encoded,
By Some Still-Unfathomable Means,
To Seek Each Other Out...
(Maybe In The Same Way That Birds Fly South?!?!?)
And To Merge Insanities, Insanely
With Lots of Hugs And Kisses
And Who Liked To Live Inanely
Speaking Of Stupid Things,
Like "True Loves" and "Soul Mates"
They Were Not Impressed In Slightest Means,
By Reality Shows and Movie Screens
But Maybe Would See Them In Passing For Fun
As They Went Through The Morbid Day Laughing
Only Their Days Didn't Seem Morbid At All...
What Were They Always Smiling About?

As I Sit By My Husband And I Write This Report,
Who I Married Cause Mom Said I Should Marry For Standing,
And Momma Knows Best,
And Daddy Does Too,
He Said I Should Get A Degree,
And A Really Good Job,
And Work My Ass Off,
So We Could Barely Hang On...
I Just Wish I Knew Why They Were Laughing,
And Why I'm Always Despairing,
When THEY Are The Mad Ones...
Oh Well, The Government's Thinking Of Rounding Them All Up,
And Who'll Be Laughing Then,
As They Get Onto The Truck?
(Probably Still Not Me)

Genetic Anomaly Report,
Part One.
Signing Off For The Night,
Eleanor Pemberton.