The Arbiter's Lament

I typed away.

To my dismay.

Dear Director Nakamura of Site 33,

I know there was more than a little confusion after our last shared fiasco, but using that to steal our equipment was rather rude, especially considering we showed up to aid your fireteam.

Specifically, I humbly beg you to return the 3rd Wandswoman of Trenash's sidearm. I know a gun that fires ethereal bullets must be right up your containment specialists' alley, but please just give it back. If you want to study it or something I'll happily have a copy commissioned for you.

Sincerely,

The Fourth Wandswoman of Chelon, Elected Arbiter for Planet Earth.

I folded the paper with a groan.

I hoped I'd managed a reasoned tone

For the SCP Foundation

Had quite a nasty reputation

For being rather paranoid

Though I suppose when you avoid

The apocalypse every day

It rather strips humor away.

Exhausted yet my head did shake

"Enough of this. I need a break…"

~#~

As I made my way to the office bath

I admit, I suppressed a laugh.

For a moment I had in my mind,

A body that others did yet find,

Attractive. What a silly thing

to think of when my ears did ring

With all the latest proclamations

Of all my form’s cruel dementations

So naked went I to the water

Splashing gaily like an otter.

For I had worked so hard to be

A far more digestible form of me

For *hours* or at least that’s as it felt

And I know it’s just the hand I dealt

My self when I said I was sure

I’d make the finest arbiter

Earth was a strange and brutal place

Yet in spite of all the trials I’d faced

None vexed me more than speaking plain…

Though I supposed my work was not in vain.

A foundation was what I hoped I’d built

On our shared sense of guilt

For all the crimes that would ensure a

Tomorrow for I, and Nakamura

Into the bath came a withered bird

Luxuriating in the water stirred.

I saw him peek at my strange form

He chuckled, though without much scorn

He said:

“I know this is wrong
But I have to say you are
The most beautiful”

My training in language was quite excess

So many things could I express

“You’re an excellent liar.” I said.