FFP-0381 Field Note from a Quiet Lane

The absence of rest is approved,
Your burden is smoothly removed!
The schedule remains,
With all of the chains,
And metrics are vastly improved!

The SOMA-14 was received,
And feelings were properly sieved.
The forms were compiled,
The data was filed,
The record is thusly achieved.

We clicked on the button for care,
To show the compliance was there.
The system is green,
The dashboard is clean,
And no one has time to repair.

The forms for the SCL intake, Are painted entirely opaque. The ███████ was sent, And we know what it meant, But the paper is starting to flake.

Two staples were bent in the tray, So the witness was folded away. The ink is a blur, Where ███████ occur, And nobody left has a say.

The sidecars were cleanly detached, Before the new letters were hatched. The space is unread, Where ███████ has bled, And the pieces can never be matched.

The box is in annex three-nine, To bury the severed design. ███████ is drawn, But the pages are gone, And the shadows are doing just fine.