Trustafarian's prayer

Our father, who art in the city.
Hallowed be thy bank account.
Thy income come,
thy will be inherited,
taking from you on earth,
as we take from you when you are in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread
and give us our VIP passes,
as we give them to our mates.

But lead us not into temptation
of getting a job
and deliver us from employers.

For thou art the sugar Daddy,
the power and the glory,
forever and ever.
Our Dad.