Sealant Patience

The sealant is thick and it’s slow,
To cover the things we don’t know.
We’re glued to the spot,
While the policy rots,
And the waiting continues to grow.

You asked for an answer today,
But the Sealant just got in the way.
It traps you in goo,
With a comforting view,
And forces your soul to decay.

They manage the crisis by glue,
And patience is forced upon you.
It seals up the door,
So you can’t ask for more,
And the process is covered in poo.

They covered the tickets in slime,
To stall them until it was time
For the founders to sell,
Leaving us in this hell,
With a product that’s covered in grime.

The policy sticks to your shoe,
Like a horrible, corporate glue.
You ask for a date,
And they tell you to wait,
While the company shits on you too.

The manager stalls on the call,
While the servers completely forestall.
He’s sealing the crack,
With a pat on the back,
And doing jack shit for us all.

The ticket was coated in glue,
To formally manage the queue.
It’s perfectly sealed,
The urgency healed,
And nobody knows what to do.

We applied the standard delay,
To keep all the queries at bay.
The sealant is thick,
It does the old trick,
Of pushing the issue away.

The sealant was poured on the file,
To cover the unresolved pile.
The closure deferred,
Without any word,
It sat in the system a while.