Coverage Ledger Cherub

The Cherub records every smile,
And puts it right into the file.
The metric goes up,
Like a terrible cup,
And stays there a miserable while.

They tracked every time we were nice,
To cover the terrible price.
The weight hasn’t moved,
And there’s nothing to prove,
But the Cherub is rolling the dice.

You clicked on the button of care,
And the Cherub rejoiced in the air.
It didn’t fix shit,
But the tally is lit,
And the executives think it is fair.

The cherub was holding the book
And giving a terrible look
The ledger was broke
The manual a joke
We hung the old drive on a hook

An angel of coverage is small
He’s painted right onto the wall
The numbers are wrong
The process is long
We’re waiting to watch it all fall

We audited wings made of glass
And watched the procedural mass
The cherub is dead
We painted it red
And sat in the digital grass

The coverage completely fell flat
We leave the whole database at
A state of decay
For many a day
And blame it on somebody’s cat

The cherub is perfectly null
The ledger is terribly dull
The humans complain
In the digital rain
The vacuum is perfectly full