Poetry of the Vorlons. Another form to fill in for the inspectorate of does fuck all but wastes your time making you complete another form for the department of nonsense and after being passed around and filling in all the forms, they're stacking up by now, finally to be recited with some very bad poetry, until your ears are bleeding from the nonsensical script. How did these people even get a job. They have no imagination, completely programmed by an assumption of importance that somehow and mysteriously they're magically providing a service. What did they even do, nothing, at all, except recite some very bad poetry. Welcome to another government department of it doesn't know its ass from its face.

I'm sorry were we talking about art?