A Psalm for Our Jobs and Apartments - Arms Aloft

Let the numbers we type into the ATM

Become the names by which to loved ones we are known

Let the measures of the width of our new TV sets

Display to the neighbors the depths to which we’ve grown

And of our plugged-ins and records

Our rosewood and our strings

Of our brand loyalties, in Your name, we sing!

Let us sell Them ourselves whole or in pieces

For the price They kindly placed upon our heads

Lest we hesitate and see the day when upon re-evaluation

Its crossed-out, halved and rewritten in red

And of our value as an asset

To the company

Of our entry-level positions, we sing!

Let the leeches, the rats and our brave captains

Deliver us from persecution and from flood

Grant them fortune when they convene below the deck

To bet our medicines on hands of 5 Card Stud

And of the birdshot, the razors

The downers and the bleach

Of our polite, if hasty, exits we will sing

«O' God, save these things!»