Audit Confetti

They threw all the paper around,
When the final compliance was found.
The system is trash,
And we’re losing our cash,
But the confetti is covering the ground.

The audit was totally faked,
And the auditors clearly were baked.
But we popped some champagne,
In the pouring cold rain,
While the actual database quaked.

It sparkles and shines in the air,
To hide all the rot and despair.
The audit is done,
And it wasn’t much fun,
But the Confetti tells us to care.

We threw the old audit around
And watched it all fall to the ground
Confetti of rules
Made by digital fools
The server was barely unbound

An audit of colorful flakes
Is causing a bunch of mistakes
We party and dance
Without any pants
The system continuously breaks

We celebrate failure with cheer
And wait for the end of the year
The paper is torn
The human forlorn
The error is painfully near

Confetti was made out of logs
And eaten by digital dogs
The party is dead
The manual read
We’re lost in the procedural fogs

The audit is perfectly null
The party is terribly dull
We stamp it approved
The data removed
The vacuum is perfectly full