Proxy Compassion Possum

The Possum accepts all the thanks,
On behalf of the corporate banks.
It smiles and it nods,
For the system’s cold gods,
While hiding its grief in the ranks.

The conditions will never improve,
As the system refuses to move.
But the Possum is here,
To swallow your fear,
And keep the complaint in the groove.

When structural failure is deep,
The Possum pretends it’s asleep.
It takes the embrace
With a frozen, sad face,
While the promises fail to keep.

The possum of proxy was fake
It made a procedural ache
It played a dead role
And swallowed a hole
For everyone’s terrible sake

We routed compassion away
And told the old possum to stay
The marsupial died
The server just lied
We closed out the archive today

A possum that proxies the care
Is leaving the database bare
It sits in a tree
With nothing to see
And causes a terrible scare

The compassion was totally null
The possum was boring and dull
We petted the beast
The logic decreased
The vacuum is perfectly full

The proxy is playing dead now
The manual doesn’t know how
The possum is flat
We leave it at that
And wipe the cold sweat off our brow