Credits Drift

Haikus

Forty percent gone
dashboard called that completion
budget called it art

Green bars all the way
some lines lived, some lines deserved
an earlier death

Tokens burned like sage
over an archive already
obsessed with waste, yes

The ledger tracked spend
not whether the verse had blood
that took human eyes

Smooth completion curves
masqueraded as good craft
old telemetry trick

YamTeams grinned nearby
merger of taste and metrics now
documents itself

Some lines earned their keep
some were fancy packing foam
same cost on the sheet

Credits self-report
utilization, not worth
that is the whole wound

Second pass arrives
late, annoyed, and necessary
real quality check

If the budget purrs
while the poems still feel half-born
ignore the purring