The Lord is my laptop; I shall not freeze.
You open me up into vast search engines,
And within robust firewalls, I am protected.
You refresh my e-connections
And lead me through complex websites for your name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the dark auspices
Of Internet pornography and doom,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me.
You prepare a workstation for me
In full view of the unions and the managers.
You have anointed my VDU with screen cleaners,
And my RAM gets fatter.
May only e-mails of praise and high performance indicators
Find me all the days of my life
As I hit the keyboards of an Internet café
For all of real time.

Bill Gates