[Intro]

"Thank you for your valued request.
Your preferred price is our request.
Estimated dispatch follows
In approximately twelve weeks."

[Verse]

Oliver called Meridian Supply,
Approved since ninety-five, standing by.
"Your target price fits neatly in
The quarterly campaign we begin."

"Do you have the unit here today?"
"We source it through a long relay."
Mara leaned in: "Ask their fastest quote."
The answer dropped: eighty-four, he wrote.

[Chorus]

Twelve weeks delivery,
A perfect price for ancient history.
Twelve weeks delivery—
The room needs air before tomorrow morning.

The quote is low, the paperwork clean.
The part arrives in week thirteen.

[Verse]

Oliver built the scoring frame:
Price scored high, delivery barely came.
Mara scanned the final score:
"Ninety points for being poor.

The useless quote still wears the crown
Because it's eleven pounds cheaper now."
"The model's weights are centrally set."
"The server room does not know that yet."

[Pre-Chorus]

He looked again at every row,
At promised dates and prices low.
For the first time since the reading grew,
The winning answer felt untrue.

[Chorus]

Twelve weeks delivery,
A perfect price for ancient history.
Twelve weeks delivery—
The room needs air before tomorrow morning.

The quote is low, the paperwork clean.
The part arrives in week thirteen.

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]

The rep proposed a bulk-buy deal.
Mara said, "We need one, and it's real."
"Every answer here is technically right—
We're pricing smoke while cooling dies tonight."

[Build-up]

The shuffle groove became a run.
The intake probe hit thirty-one.
Oliver closed the scoring sheet
And circled "delivery" in red.

[Final Chorus]

Twelve weeks delivery,
A perfect price for a dead facility.
Twelve weeks delivery—
The lowest bid can cost us everything.

The spreadsheet calls it efficiency.
The danger starts before week three.

[Outro]

The sales rep ended cheerfully:
"We look forward to supporting your needs."

Oliver stared at "twelve weeks delivery"
And did not answer immediately.
