Found this in the comments section of an article at The New Editor, credit goes to comment #9, "Buck". I don't know if "Buck" created this himself, but I had a good laugh at this and I've never seen it before. Enjoy...
Al Father, who art in transit,
Phony be thy game.
Thy Lear-Jet hums.
Those lies you’ve spun,
About Earth, and your huge mansion.
Give us a break, your daily dread.
And forgive us with bus passes,
As we curse those flying first-class above us.
And lead us not into stagflation,
But humor us more, Sir Carbon-Knievel.
Amen!
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