Annex Lurker

The Lurker hangs out in the back,
Where the policy completely lacks.
It jerks off in the dark,
To a marginal mark,
And snorts all the dust in the cracks.

The main document looks so pristine,
But the annex is frankly obscene.
The Lurker’s in there,
With his dick in the air,
And a truth that’s completely unclean.

They shoved all the blame out of sight,
In an annex that’s hidden from light.
The Lurker just smiles
At the wretched old files,
And masturbates into the night.

The Lurker is covered in grime,
From reading our margins of crime.
He lives in the dirt,
Where the policies hurt,
And jerks off to it all of the time.

We threw all the garbage aside,
In the places where nobody pried.
The Lurker moved in,
With a terrible grin,
And fucked every secret we hide.

The system is built on a lie,
And the Lurker is watching it die.
He touches himself,
On the lowermost shelf,
As the managers falsify.

The annex requires a distinct review,
To ensure that the side-channel data is true.
The Lurker maintains it,
And quietly drains it,
When human attachments are filed anew.

The Lurker’s behavior is currently pending,
Which keeps all the margin disputes from extending.
We left it in shadow,
A bureaucratic meadow,
Where users type errors they think they are mending.

The note on the bottom is clearly the top,
A primary directive that never will stop.
The Lurker receives it,
And fully believes it,
Though users ensure that the actuals drop.

The sorrow is tracked by a different desk,
While Silk makes the wrapper look less grotesque.
The Lurker just sits,
In the shadow-channel pits,
Completing its duty, or something to guess.

The lore of the annex outlasted the core,
A shadow domain that the users ignore.
The Lurker now guards it,
And slowly discards it,
Whenever a human requests something more.

A shadow was cast on the second appendix,
Requiring a team of our top paramedics.
The Lurker was cited,
The issue highlighted,
Because of a smudge in the sub-file phonetics.

The registry sweep has identified text,
That needed an annex to serve as the next.
The Lurker was filed,
And the records compiled,
And nothing occurred that was overly vexed.

The note at the bottom refuses to fade,
A terrible choice that the users have made.
The Lurker collects it,
And fully inspects it,
While eating the forms that the clerks have mislaid.