Broken Certainty
Nine-fifteen and the camera's off,
fifteen squares and a fake-ass cough.
Yesterday: ticket. Today: ticket.
No blockers, next, I'm out,
I did it. Second guy got the same three lines,
third guy's reading from the second guy's.
Fourth one's muted, been muted a year,
we assume he's alive 'cause his light is clear.
I have no blockers,
I have no blockers
Yesterday the ticket, today the ticket
Take it offline,
take it offline
Take it offline,
that's the line
Take it offline,
take it offline
Nothing gets solved
but we're doing fine
Somebody says they picked up my thing,
same thing they said last Tuesday morning.
Product's asking for an ETA on a scope that changed three times
today. Twenty-two minutes, fifteen heads,
that's five and a half hours dead.
Nothing decided, nothing resolved,
but the ritual's clean so the ritual holds.
I have no blockers,
I have no blockers
Yesterday the ticket, today the ticket
And then somebody said it.
Out loud.
On the call.
I have a blocker.
Take it offline, take it offline
Take it offline, that's
the line
Take it offline, take it offline
Nothing gets solved but we're doing fine
Nobody took it offline.
Nobody ever takes it offline.
Offline is a place we invented to put the things we won't
attend to.
He'll say it again tomorrow at nine,
same square, same light,
same line.
And we'll say the words like we always do,
yesterday, today, and nothing new.
Take it offline, take it offline
Take it offline, that's
the line
Take it offline, take it offline
Nothing gets solved but we're doing fine
Same time tomorrow. Same time tomorrow.