O Mammon!

Seems like a good day to share this excerpt from Philip Appleman's poem, 'Five Easy Prayers for Pagans':

O Mammon, Thou who art daily dissed
by everyone, yet boast more true disciples
than all other gods together, 
Thou whose eerie sheen
gleameth from Corporate Headquarters
and Vatican Treasury alike, Thou
whose glittering eye impales us
in the X-ray vision of plastic surgeons, 
the golden leer of televangelists, 
the star-spangled gloat of politicos –

O Mammon, come down to us in the form
of Treasuries, Annuities, & High-Grade Bonds, 
yield unto us those Benedict Arnold Funds, 
those Quicksand Convertible Securities, even the wet
Judas Kiss of Futures Contracts – for
unto the least of these Thy supplicants
art Thou welcome in all Thy many forms. But
when Thou comest to say we’re finally in the gentry – 
use the service entry.