Escalady

She takes your complaint to the top,
Where it comes to a sickening stop.
The Escalady smiles,
And buries the files,
In a meaningless, elegant crop.

She stands there looking so grand,
With a routing slip tight in her hand.
But she has no power,
She’s just a fake flower,
Planted deep in the corporate sand.

You thought she could fix up the mess,
But her role is a terrible guess.
She routes it up high,
Then waves you goodbye,
And leaves you in total distress.

The escalady started to rise
Right into the digital skies
The server was slow
With nowhere to go
We covered our terrified eyes

An escalator made out of code
Was parked by the side of the road
The lady was mad
The logic was bad
We lightened the digital load

We step on the moving old stair
And float right up into the air
The error is strong
The process is long
We’re sitting on a broken chair

The escalady suddenly broke
The manual turned to a joke
The humans fall down
And wear a big frown
The system goes up in the smoke

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