The Corporation is my shepherd; I shall not want.
It maketh me to park close to the stores:
It leadeth me beside the new mall.
It restoreth my credit rating:
It leadeth me in the paths of consuming for It's profits sake.
Yea, though I walk through the frenzied isles of WalMart,
I will fear no price tag: for credit art with me;
Thy cash and thy card they comfort me.
Thou preparest a sale before me in the hardware section of Sears,
Thou anointest my bank account with 1% interest; my cup runneth over.
Surely new iphones and blackberries shall tempt me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the debt of the Corporation for ever.