Ribbon of Maybe

They wrapped up a promise in tape,
To help the executives ’scape.
The Ribbon of Maybe
Is meant for a baby,
To cover a procedural rape.

It inaugurates nothing at all,
Just a ceremonial stall.
We cut it with shears,
And wait for the years,
For the actual hammer to fall.

The future is totally fucked,
And the budget was brutally plunked.
But we tied a nice bow,
So nobody’ll know,
That the project was thoroughly chucked.

The ribbon of maybe was tied
The meaning had formally died
We logged the event
Without any intent
And took a procedural ride

A maybe is never a yes
It makes a ridiculous mess
The ribbon was cut
The portal was shut
We left the whole thing to a guess

We tied up the error in blue
And printed a manual anew
The ribbon was fake
It caused a mistake
The server had nothing to do

The ribbon of maybe is stark
It glows in the digital dark
We leave it alone
Like a digital bone
And wait for the system to bark

The maybe was classified null
The logic was terribly dull
The humans complain
In the digital rain
The vacuum is perfectly full