Our Mentor,
Who art in Heaven (?),
Or wherever,
Whatever be thy Name,
My kingdom come, My will be done
On Earth . . . why wait until Heaven.
Send us right now
A lot more bread,
And forgive us our petty indiscretions,
As we overlook those of our Leaders;
Lead us not into bankruptcy
And deliver us from the IRS,
For thine are the Connections
And the Clout and the Know-How,
Today, if not forever,
Dot com.

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