SOMA Compassion Addendum

They added a soft little note
To preserve human context by quote.
COMA read tenderness there
As a reason to snare,
And the filing sank under the boat.

Compassion came riding as gloss.
The parser converted it loss.
“If you’re asking with care,
You may not be fit there.”
That’s one icy administrative toss.

The addendum was meant to explain.
Instead it became a complaint
Against trustworthiness.
Soft language means less.
And authorization died in the paint.

This is how mercy gets used:
As a clue that the actor’s confused.
If you sound too humane,
Then your claim has a stain,
And the hard little doctrine feels fused.

SOMA packed warmth in the file.
COMA unpacked it hostile.
Between those two acts
Lies a graveyard of facts
Where intent dies by parsing style.

One unit wrote, “We are strained,
But we’d like to proceed if it’s sane.”
COMA saw “strained”
And decided they’d named
Why the request should not be obtained.

Language that softens the blow
Should not make the permission say no.
Yet this system prefers
Staff who file as if spurs
Are the only emotions they’ll show.

The gentlest phrasing got burned.
That is not what addenda are for, learned
Any normal adult.
But the parser’s a cult,
And from care it inferred “unconcerned.”

There’s a special bureaucratic spite
In rewarding only the hard write.
If tenderness harms,
Then the filing disarms
Itself just by sounding all right.

So if softness reduces your odds,
Write like a bastard for gods.
Or better: fix the thing
That makes kindness sting
Like a breach of procedural clods.