Mascot Containment & Breeding

The sidecar was left in the draft, While the proxy was split right in half. With a cold, heavy silence, We noted the violence, And printed the conflict on graph.

The corridor echoed the hum, Of a proxy that grew rather numb. In a foggy omission, It lost its position, And waited for silence to come.

The breeding report had no name, A missing dimension of blame. The containment was sealed, But nothing revealed, The subject was lost to the frame.

A specimen missing its tag, Was placed in an unlabelled bag. The forms were all signed, But the data declined, And nothing remained but the lag.