Forms Hygiene Rite

The Hygiene Rite swept through the stack
And polished the gentlest forms back.
The rough ones stayed put,
Still boot on the foot,
But the registry looked less off-track.

A form rarely used and polite
Was promoted to canonical light.
Meanwhile the one
Everyone suffered through won
By already being normalized blight.

They added complaint data with care.
That seemed like a promising prayer.
But underreported pain
Left the worst forms again
Too familiar to look unfair.

When categories blurred at the seam,
The neatest form entered the dream.
New staff met delight
In edge-case paperwork bright,
Then legacy steel in the stream.

EFA-1 wept from outside:
Too emotional, non-operationally tied.
Its heartfelt refrain
Could not enter the pane,
So the rite left that burden aside.

Some sweet little forms got a crown,
Then MAP quietly narrowed them down.
Locally blessed,
Globally guessed,
They ruled where they almost weren’t found.

The harsh ones that everyone knows
Stayed active through all of the prose.
Administratively gone,
Still live before dawn,
Like bad weather in neatly pressed clothes.

The packet for newcomers said,
“Look, thoughtfulness lives here,” and led
Them straight to a niche
Where the language was rich,
Then back to the old forms with dread.

C.U.N.T.I.E.R. loved what it saw:
Less confusion per form under law.
The pain stayed the same,
But the clean little frame
Made coherence appear without flaw.

SOMA asked for one metric at last:
How much does this form fear its past?
The Bureau wrote back,
“Enhancement on track,”
And filed the request low and fast.

The mandate said tidy the space, And put only pleasant in place. The terrible files, Still govern the aisles, But legally leave not a trace.

We followed the rules for the sort, And filed the precise new report. By boosting the neat, The hygiene’s complete, While operations continue to abort.

The instruction was met to the word, No counter-proposal was heard. We stamped the benign, And left the malign, As total breakdown occurred.

The ledger demanded a clean, To sanitize all that is seen. We hid the severe, Promoted the clear, And operated the compliance machine.

The audit confirmed we complied, With nothing at all left aside. The margin is met, The standard is set, And the damage is smoothly denied.