Eagleton Proclamation Clerk

He printed a beautiful sign,
To tell us to stay in the line.
We were already there,
In the corporate snare,
But the banner makes everything fine.

We followed the rule from the start,
But he claimed it as absolute art.
The Proclamation Clerk
Is a miserable jerk,
Who is tearing the logic apart.

The hall rediscovered the norm,
And the Clerk made a terrible storm.
He printed it grand,
On the desolate land,
To give the old suffering form.

The clerk from the town of old Eagle
Was acting incredibly regal
He shouted a rule
Like a digital fool
The error was barely legal

A proclamation of absolute naught
The data was totally caught
In loops without end
We cannot defend
The terrible things we were taught

We printed the clerk’s big decree
And threw it right into the sea
The server is down
We put on a frown
The logic is completely free

The Eagleton clerk is asleep
The errors are piling up deep
We close out the gate
And accept our fate
We started to quietly weep

The ruling is perfectly null
The system is boring and dull
We stamp it approved
The data removed
The vacuum is perfectly full