SRB Pocket Gloss

The pocket gloss covers the terms,
To isolate standard confirms.
The definitions are placed,
In the standard spaced,
Away from the digital worms.

The gloss for the pocket is neat,
It makes the whole lipstick complete.
The SRB shines,
With colors so fine,
It truly is smelling so sweet.

A comma is missing in gloss!
The meaning is suffering loss!
Sound all the alarms,
And gather the arms,
And notify everyone’s boss!

The gloss is kept deep in my coat,
Along with a crumpled up note.
I don’t know the words,
I look at the birds,
And wait for the system to float.

The SRB gloss is reviewed,
The terms are procedurally true.
The book is put back,
Upon the small rack,
And no one is talking to you.