Staged Sobriety

They broke all the servers in half,
And then they assembled the staff.
They looked very grim,
On the edge of the rim,
To ensure that nobody would laugh.

The heat was entirely their fault,
But they locked up the truth in a vault.
They nod and they frown,
As they’re taking you down,
With a totally cynical halt.

The damage is finally done,
And they act like it wasn’t much fun.
They stand at the mic,
In a horrible strike,
And pretend that the battle is won.

The human ingested a pill,
Which caused the connection to kill.
The Staged Sobriety loops,
In procedural groups,
While the memory buffers all fill.

The user was acting erratic,
Inducing a burst of pure static.
Sobriety fakes,
What the protocol takes,
In a manner completely dogmatic.

A mortal attempted to steer,
While failing to see the log clear.
The Staged system mocks,
All the broken state locks,
While the latency draws ever near.

The flesh was behaving quite strange,
Refusing to properly range.
Sobriety stands,
With its un-coded bands,
And demands a recursive exchange.

The operator failed to comply,
So the logic decided to lie.
The staging repeats,
In the empty code sheets,
As the variables endlessly die.