God has been replaced by our machines
We worship them all week, no Sabbath day
No need for leisure nor the fallow field
No unconscious mind, no grace, no play.
No wonder little children want their phones.
They need to worship like their parents do.
Unlike God, machines can be controlled
Everything is fine, till dogs miaow.
Before the metal and the wire bow down.
Clean your Lord with disinfectant blue.
Keep all his brethren clean no need to pray
Meditations just another clue
Give your washing one more spin tonight
Eventually you’ll see that glowing light
How my heart sings 