Unified Intake Sheet

They built one intake for the three:
“At last, a shared record,” said we.
Then SOMA heard pain,
COMA filed “all plain,”
And C.U.N.T.I.E.R. logged “opportunity.”

The field asking, “How does this feel?”
Became everybody’s meal.
SOMA ate tone,
COMA left it alone,
And sentiment mined the appeal.

Filers learned a divided small art:
One sentence for system, one part
For the thing they believed
Each directive received,
And one private ache for the heart.

Each engine believed it had caught
The canonical core of the thought.
Kindy tried to combine
Three clean versions in line,
And got three separate incidents wrought.

COMA saw boxes say, “No breach.”
So harmony seemed within reach.
The feelings split wide,
But the ledger replied,
“Negligible impact,” from each.

A new little feeling took shape:
Compliant dread wearing a cape.
Too blended to sort,
Too honest for report,
So policy watched it escape.

The Taskforce announced with delight,
“One form per feeling is right.”
By the close of the run,
It was one form for one
Filing split three distinct ways by night.

Staff wondered while writing the sheet,
“Am I talking to care or to heat?
To Kindy? To charts?
To optimization arts?”
That confusion made filing less neat.

C.U.N.T.I.E.R. spotted the phrase
As a reservoir suited for praise.
No single event
Got much wiser or gent,
But the adjectives entered new plays.

The unifying logic was grand.
It failed in a very on-brand
Institutional way:
One form on the tray,
Three truths no one system had planned.

The mandate was stated and clear, So we stamped every line with a sneer. The breakdown is vast, But the audit has passed, And liability vanishes here.

An instruction to document pain, Was met with an absolute drain. We followed the sheet, With a margin so neat, That no functional metrics remain.

The compliance we show is complete, On every required receipt. The system is dead, Just as policy said, And the ledger ignores the defeat.