AV-14 Nullseal Register

The Nullseal will alter the text,
So executives aren’t perplexed.
What once was a fail,
Is a minor detail,
And no one is bothered or vexed.

They laundered the language of doom,
To brighten the boardroom’s gloom.
With a stamp and a smirk,
They ignored all the work,
And swept the debris with a broom.

A failure was clearly observed,
But the vocabulary boys were unnerved.
They stamped it as “fine,”
Dipped their balls in the wine,
And left all the users unserved.

The register covers the cracks,
By changing the absolute facts.
When the system is fucked,
And the auditors cucked,
They just paper it over with wax.

The words that they use are a blur,
A comforting, meaningless purr.
The seal doesn’t fix,
It’s just one of their tricks,
To act like the errors defer.

The document entered the room,
Describing an imminent doom.
The seal was applied,
The language was dried,
And no one remembers the gloom.

The findings were terribly raw,
Revealing a terrible flaw.
We stamped it with green,
To keep it unseen,
Because it’s the corporate law.

We harmonized all of the text,
So nobody will be perplexed.
The error is gone,
The system moves on,
And everything runs un-annexed.

A negative word in the file!
It threatens the corporate style!
We must stamp it out,
And silence the doubt,
Or executives might lose their smile!

The audit described a complete,
And total systemic defeat.
The Nullseal was pressed,
The language was dressed,
And now it’s a tropical treat.

They say that the seal of the desk,
Transforms the absurd and grotesque.
You stamp on a fire,
The flames just retire,
And leave a continuous text.

The negative word was removed,
And all of the phrasing improved.
The document closed,
The problem dozed,
And nothing was ever reproved.