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I brewed a cup of Joe, not a single thing to do
thought I'd give a whirly wack and write a thing or two
I've got a big old block, not a single thing to say
I'm staring at my screen and all I see is gray
The little cursor waits, just blinking all the time
I just count the blinks, trying to make them rhyme
so where do hubbers go, when they run out of things to say?
Is this gray, the empty grave, where empty hubbers stay?
I'm seeing graves in hubland, with headstones all in gray
each with a little cursor, that blinks both night and day!