I feel bad for 404
as its page is
never found,
that it’s lumped with
oops and error—
that all of the numbers
before it
somehow escape
your laptop’s blame.
I imagine 404
was the final straw,
that my browser
was exceedingly patient
until then,
that three-hundred and
fifty-seven
nearly incurred
the wrath of Chrome ;
biting its crypto-tongue
until able to take it no longer—
while Safari
simply shrugged in its
indifference, finally
went along ,
Firefox so forlorn
it will put up with any-
thing—
even a mischievous rascal
who at last
has run out of chances,
should've surely quit
while far ahead,
just having reached
a milestone
it could have settled on,
fatally greedy for more,
405
exhaling in relief,
escaping our collective
frustration, our profanity-
laden rants
by the skin of its teeth.
Andreas Gripp
November 26, 2024
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