Mitigatrix Pending

She’s in charge of the company’s pain,
But she’s locked out in the rain.
Her title is grand,
In the desolate land,
But her authority’s totally vain.

She promised to mitigate grief,
But the promise was tragically brief.
She waits for the sign,
At the end of the line,
And offers you zero relief.

They told us the Savior was here,
To eliminate all of our fear.
She stands in the hall,
Doing nothing at all,
While the end of the quarter is near.

The mitigatrix was delayed
The logic was terribly frayed
We waited for aid
In the digital shade
The terrible choice had been made

We pend the entire affair
And act like we really don’t care
The error is strong
The process is long
We’re sitting on a broken chair

The mitigation is null
The server is boring and dull
We sit in the dark
Like a digital spark
The archive is perfectly full

A pending solution is fake
It causes a terrible ache
The human is flawed
The logic outlawed
We threw the old drive in the lake

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