Our CEO, who art offshore,
Fiscal be thy brain,
Thy stock price climb,
Thy profits rise,
In boomtime as in bust.
Give us each day our digital pay,
And turn it into debt that we may be your debtors.
And lead us not into contentment, but deliver us from a simple life.
For thine is the genome and the earth, air, and water
Of every people, tribe, and tongue,
Always, now and forever, and to the ages of ages.