You say I’m trying to evoke an emotional response like that’s a bad thing.

What the hell else should I be responding with, calligraphy and parchment?
Smoke signals? Morse code? A hearty thumbs up?

You smiled at me all day, then after lunch you wiped your mouth, pushed yourself back from the table, farted, and started cutting people’s throats.

When all the throats were cut, and you were done, you kept smiling, expecting, what, applause? 

You cut all my friends throats, and when I ask why you say, it’s inappropriate to ask that. You say, now isn’t the time. You say, have some decorum. 

Well, not to get all emotional, but you can decorum my ass, cuz they don’t accept it at the bank. My kids can’t eat decorum. Feed decorum to your AI pet, and see what it makes of it. (It won’t make anything, but it might show you this poem, and you might finally feel.)