Empty Chairs at Empty Cubicles

[sung to the tune of "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables" from Les Miserables]

There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty cubicles,
My friends logged out and gone.

Here they talked of great stock options.
Here it was they bought domains.
Here they sang about stock splitting,
And those stock splits never came.

From the office on the corner,
They could see a world reborn,
And they rose with servers pinging--
I can hear them now,
The very jobs that they obsessed
Became their last downsizing
On the quarterly report at dawn!

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me.
That I'm employed and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken,
There's a pain from that dot-com.

Phantom servers on the network,
Phantom logins at the port,
Empty chairs at empty cubicles,
Where my friends will code no more.

Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your IPO was for.
Empty chairs at empty cubicles,
Where my friends will code no more.

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Newsgroups: rec.humor.funny
From: steph@scottrell.com (Stephanie Cottrell Bryant)
Subject: Les Miserables meets Silicon Valley
Message-ID: <S1100.38ad@netfunny.com>
Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2001 19:30:00 PDT