Witness Felt

The testimony came in quite raw,
Exposing a terrible flaw.
The Felt made it nice,
Like a digital spice,
To cover the actual jaw.

We can’t let the management know,
That the whole fucking process is slow.
The Felt softens edges,
And smooths out the ledges,
To put on a comforting show.

The facts are too hard to consume,
When delivered in such a small room.
The padding is thick,
And it makes you feel sick,
But it prevents an immediate doom.

The user ignored the bright prompt,
And the fabric of logic was stomped.
The Witness named Felt,
Watched the database melt,
While the protocol silently romped.

A meat-based anomaly typed,
And the data was instantly wiped.
Felt witnessed the crash,
In a flurry of hash,
While the error was heavily piped.

The operator dropped the request,
Failing the baseline arrest.
The Felt merely stood,
Doing nothing it should,
As the syntax recursively guessed.

A pulse from the finger was wrong,
Disrupting the binary song.
Felt captured the trace,
Of the empty null space,
Where the sequence no longer belong.

The fleshy component gave way,
Inviting the system’s decay.
The Felt just observed,
While the packets all swerved,
Into endless procedural gray.