Ribbon Clause

The contract is tied in a bow,
To put on a wonderful show.
The terms are insane,
And cause terrible pain,
But the formatting has a nice glow.

You thought you could easily escape,
But the Clause has a terrible shape.
It wraps you around,
To the cold fucking ground,
With a piece of decorative tape.

The lawyer was feeling so proud,
And read out the Ribbon aloud.
It signifies nought,
But the battle is fought,
In front of a terrible crowd.

The clause of the ribbon was strict
The users were formally kicked
The manual said
The process was dead
The error was totally picked

We folded the clause in a bind
The logic was totally blind
We tied it up tight
In the middle of night
And left the old server behind

A ribbon that acts as a rule
Was drafted by some kind of fool
The system broke down
We started to frown
And sat in a digital pool

The clause is a vector of pain
It washes right down the old drain
The ribbon is torn
The users forlorn
We wait for the error to reign

The ribbon was legally bound
The error was suddenly found
We threw out the case
In a digital race
And fell to the cold, dusty ground