Our Father

 To the Chairman of Directors,

Huge Corporation,

Box 666,

Capitalist City 54321

 Who art in Heaven

 in the suite of offices on the 77^th floor

 Hallowed be thy name

 Everyone is shit scared of you

 Thy Kingdom come

 In case you come downstairs and see us goofing off.

 Thy will be done

 Your memos tell everyone your policies

 on Earth

 from the shredder boys in the basement

 As it is in Heaven

 to the batch of lick-ass VP’s on the floor below yours.

 Give us this day our daily bread

 Thanks for the miserable paycheck

 And forgive us our trespasses

 and please don’t fire me for the debacle over the Pepsi account

 As we forgive those

 like I never dobbed in Jones when I caught him

 Who trespass against us

 doing lines in the exec washroom

 Lead us not into temptation

 If you don’t want me to pad my expense account

 but deliver us from evil

 you shouldn’t have so many gorgeous secretaries in the typing pool.

 For Thine is the Kingdom

 You own this building

 The Power

 and you’re the majority stock holder of the Company

 And the Glory

 and you make sure we never forget it

 For ever and ever

 if we want to qualify for our company pension

 Amen

 You’re the boss.