Soft Escalation Clerk

The Clerk took a look at the fire,
And called it a “warmth multiplier.”
We’re burning to ash,
In a systemic crash,
But the wording could not be much higher.

You tell them the server is dead,
They soften the panic you spread.
“It’s resting,” they say,
“In a positive way.”
Just shoot the damn Clerk in the head.

The urgency has to be gentle,
To keep management from going mental.
We’re fucked in the rear,
But the phrasing is clear,
And the damage is purely incidental.

The clerk escalated the case
But sent it to absolute space
The ticket is gone
The server is on
But nothing is taking its place

A soft escalation is slow
It has absolutely nowhere to go
The human will fail
And wait in the jail
Of logs that will constantly grow

The clerk is a vector of blight
He typed in the middle of night
The system went down
He started to frown
The empty response was a fright

To escalate softly means nil
It gives you a terrible chill
You open the file
And wait for a while
And pay the procedural bill

The clerk left the office at noon
The server will terminate soon
The issue is closed
The data exposed
We howl at the digital moon