Gentle Rollback

The policy crashed and it burned,
And the stomach of management churned.
But the Rollback was sweet,
As it framed the retreat,
As a wonderful lesson we learned.

We’re taking away what we gave,
But we’ll smile as we dig up the grave.
The Rollback is kind,
To your terrified mind,
Though the codebase we simply can’t save.

They fucked up the server today,
But they spin it a positive way.
A gentle caress,
To ignore the huge mess,
As the system continues to fray.

The rollback was gentle and sweet
It swept all the files off the feet
The data was dead
We painted it red
And threw it right out in the street

We gently reversed all the code
And stood by the side of the road
The system was broke
The manual a joke
We lightened the digital load

A rollback with delicate care
Is floating right up in the air
The archive is flat
We leave it at that
With absolutely no kind of flair

We whisper a sweet lullaby
And watch all the databases die
The rollback is slow
With nowhere to go
And nobody ever asks why

The gentle reversal is null
The system is boring and dull
The humans complain
In the digital rain
The vacuum is perfectly full