Praying to the corporate god

On an early sunny Monday morning On the square before the prodigious temple The neophytes assembled chanting the company's paean All coveting to become hierophants exalting Jacob's career ladder Subjugating to the corporate rites their soul's voice abdicated Proselytizing the mentally vagrants subterfuge no stranger to them 'T is nothing but their predilection for never starting the longest journey from the head to the heart