Life causes so many problems
That ruin and upset my day,
So I try  to escape through poetry --
Just hit the road and get away!
But it seems every street I travel
Only leads to 502 BAD GATEWAY

I've grown so tired and weary
Of the same old message each day,
I can't reach my friends, the road is cut off
By barricades blocking the way;
Other streets bring me back where I started . . . .
That **** 502 BAD GATEWAY

So please HP, fix this problem,
Don't let my poetry go astray;
Without my dear friends what would I do?
Please reunite us without delay . . . . .
And permanently close that wretched street
Named 502 BAD GATEWAY