I thank Thee, Mammon.
I thank Thee because Thou hast bequeathed upon me such fecundity and blessing,
And all Thou hast asked in return
Is my time, my freedom, and my soul.
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I praise Thee, Mammon.
I praise Thee because Thou makest possible
The accumulation and consumption of innumerable shiny, new, and useless wastes of time.
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I worship Thee, Mammon.
I worship Thee because Thou demandest of me nothing less,
For upon Thine altar I place my future and the desires of my heart.
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I “love” Thee, Mammon.
I “love” Thee, because when I order my entire existence to acquire You,
And suspend my hopes to possess You,
Well, I don’t know what else to call it. . . .
A fucking alter it is, goddamn. Thank you for this, soothes my crazy-ass soul.
“The accumulation and consumption of innumerable shiny, new, and useless wastes of time.”
Thanks, Melissa!
This isn’t poetry; it’s just bad writing. It’s vanity trying to hide itself with poor sarcasm. It’s akin to Pink Floyd’s misquoting of 1 Tim. 6:10 in the song “Money”. It’s akin but Floyd actually HAS talent.
It doesn’t even rhyme, either.
PS – I’m bummed, I was actually hoping for the comparison to be in a more Cyndi Lauper, “Money Changes Everything” direction.
Only someone with bad musical taste would want a comparison to someone as douchey as Lauper, but hey that’s you.
Yo, girls just want to have fun, bitches.
None more than Jan Crouch…