Four-oh-three, oh, four-oh-three,
Why are you denying me,
The art, the skins, the po-e-try,
"Forbidden" was all we all could see,
In the terrible days of four-oh-three.

I tried to get onto de-vi-ant-ART,
I thought that I was crafty and smart,
Tried fleb-dot and web-dot and stinkbutt-dot too,
But none of those servers would let me get through.

Four-oh-three, oh, four-oh-three,
Why are you denying me,
The art, the skins, the po-e-try,
"Forbidden" was all we all could see,
In the terrible days of four-oh-three.

My dreams had been shattered, my hopes had been smashed,
I dragged C-Drive Art backslash New to the Trash,
I'll give it all up and I'll take it all down,
'Cause there ain't no more uploads and no files found.

(oh) Four-oh-three, oh, four-oh-three,
Why are you denying me,
The art, the skins, the po-e-try,
"Forbidden" was all we all could see,
In the terrible days of four-oh-three.

And brave men will whisper long after we're dead,
In F-A-Qs, link-lists and re-vival threads,
Of heroes who fell, though they fought valiently,
Forbidden and lost to the great Four-Oh-Three.

(quiet, almost spoken)
And somewhere up yonder, in the rectum so great
Are the lost and forgotten to four-oh-three's fate
If you listen up close, when the load-times are long
You might... Just hear... That mournful old song...

(slowly sung... lay on the drama)
Four-oh-three, oh, four-oh-three,
Why are you denying me,
The art, the skins, the po-e-try,
"Forbidden" was all we all could see,
In the terrible days of four-oh-three.


Dedicated to the staff and operators of this fine site, who will doubtlessly have to put up with a deluge of the same question over-and-over in the inbox, and to whoever that was (my userpage is down ) that noted me saying I should write poetry.