LLG-0383-RAW

They stamped the accreditation with pride,
But the proof of it suddenly died.
With no one to show
Where the paperwork goes,
They just jerked themselves off on the side.

The Chamber declined to suspend,
Since the records would break in the end.
So they added a Null
To a ledger so dull,
And decided to simply pretend.

A proxy inspected the mark,
And found it was left in the dark.
“You weren’t even watched
When your cherry was botched!”
He yelled as he bit like a shark.

The witness who witnessed the act,
Was lacking the critical fact.
With a stamp on their ass
And no real way to pass,
They just circle-jerked right in the tract.

An auditor signed from the shell,
In a language that nobody could spell.
The terminal was dark,
With no power or spark,
But the signature’s valid, as well.

They dipped into ink that was old,
From a bureau whose story was told.
The stamp was quite wet,
On a rule not met yet,
And the legacy started to hold.

They earned a certificate rare,
For managing absolute air.
The skill was long gone,
But the seal carried on,
As though expertise still was there.

A seal was applied to a sheet,
Making the audit complete.
But the witness who saw
Had a terrible flaw:
Their own witness was out on the street.