Mandate Lace

The mandate was wrapped in a bow,
To soften the terrible blow.
It’s still a demand,
From the lords of the land,
But they dress it up nice for the show.

You have to comply with the rule,
Or be treated like an absolute fool.
The Lace makes it seem
Like a wonderful dream,
While treating you just like a tool.

The order is veiled in a lace,
To cover the boss’s grimace.
It’s a forced-ass decree,
For you and for me,
With a sickening smile on its face.

The mandate was covered in lace
The server was losing its face
We tied up the knot
The logic was shot
We printed a meaningless case

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

The lace was procedurally thin
The error was counted a sin
The mandate was torn
The users forlorn
We threw the old code in the bin

We mandate a ribbon of white
And turn out the digital light
The fabric is weak
The system a leak
The error is painfully bright

The lace was tied up in a bow
With nowhere for data to go
The mandate is dull
The server is null
The vacuum continues to grow