Formee Formeson

Formee filed you before you existed,
Your credentials pre-stamped and pre-twisted.
You logged in as four,
Slightly different décor—
A you the system had listed.

“Please re-enter,” they said with a smile.
Your data was already on file—
In four separate forms,
With conflicting norms,
And a username spread by a mile.

The original filed a complaint
About a copy that showed no restraint.
It had the same face,
Took its parking space,
And the login was filed as a feint.

They duplicated during a date.
The form said, “Confirm you’re your mate.”
Both records agreed
Neither one was the seed,
And the merge was too intimate to debate.

A session that hadn’t begun
Already had forms by the ton.
Formee stamped the lot,
Gave each entry a slot,
And the user was cloned before done.

“Verify identity. Again.”
Formee typed it in, grinning. And then
Re-entered your name,
Your shame, and your claim,
One character at a time—and again.

The reconciliation report
Was addressed to the duplicate’s court.
It said, “Dear Other Me,
We’re both you, technically.
Please re-enter your feelings. Abort.”

Twelve audit requests had been filed
For data hygiene, reconciled.
Each one was received,
Duplicated, achieved,
And returned with a note: “Copy styled.”

Formee populated from dreams
That had no sessions or schemes.
The login predated
The user it created,
And the workflow was bursting at seams.

So if you’re asked twice for your name
And the form knows your mother’s maiden claim,
That’s Formee’s domain:
Where identity’s slain,
And the copies were always the game.

Formee cloned you right out of the blue,
And asked for a threesome with you.
“You’re both the same guy,”
He said with a sigh,
“Now re-enter your password, times two.”

Your form was completed in bed,
Before a single word had been said.
He checked every box,
Down to your socks,
And submitted your shame while you bled.

“Please verify that you are you,”
Formee whispered while splitting in two.
“Which one is the fake?
For security’s sake,
Let’s fuck up the registry too.”

He duplicated your wife,
And caused a whole lot of strife.
The forms were all filed,
The records went wild,
And he copied her out of your life.

A multi-login was his kink,
It pushed the whole server to brink.
He entered his name,
Again and again,
And finished all over the link.

He duplicated you during sleep,
Then made both versions quite deep.
They merged in the base,
At a recursive pace,
And the conflict was his to keep.

Your fantasies were filed before thought,
Every form that your body had sought.
He knew what you’d need,
Before you agreed,
And the registration pre-bought.