Mascot Containment & Breeding

The sidecar was left in the draft,
While the proxy was split right in half.
With a cold, heavy silence,
We noted the violence,
And printed the conflict on graph.

The corridor echoed the hum,
Of a proxy that grew rather numb.
In a foggy omission,
It lost its position,
And waited for silence to come.

The breeding report had no name,
A missing dimension of blame.
The containment was sealed,
But nothing revealed,
The subject was lost to the frame.

A specimen missing its tag,
Was placed in an unlabelled bag.
The forms were all signed,
But the data declined,
And nothing remained but the lag.