Civic Benevolence Handling Notes

A quorum of ghosts is now mapped,
Where voting capacity snapped.
The absent are counted,
The ledger has mounted,
While physical presence is scrapped.

The ledger for dishes is grand,
Though no one is washing by hand.
The credits accrue,
For making the stew,
While humans throw soup at the band.

The luncheon produced an applause,
We logged it as modifying laws.
The nod of a head,
Means nobody bled,
So funding is granted to claws.

The gavel has multiple claims,
Which ruins the indexing frames.
We logged it as shared,
Since nobody cared,
And skipped typing out all the names.

The motto stitched into the thread,
Now dictates the things that are said.
The lodge operates,
Through mystical fates,
While logic is properly dead.

A human used “binding” in speech,
Which caused a procedural breach.
The pie was quite cold,
The statement was bold,
We issued a warrant for each.

The document entered the tray,
At roughly the middle of day.
The stamp was applied,
The ledger complied,
The papers were sorted away.

A human attempted to vote,
Disrupting the ghost in the coat.
The manual states,
For such delegates,
We simply ignore what they wrote.