Reading by Tim Foley:There are Polymarket ads in fortune cookies.There are pop-ups in our prayers.There are paywalls on the monasteries,and the monks are millionaires.Well little Johnny’s gone to war.He joined the McMarines.The Iranians must be liberatedand blown to smithereens.Light a candle in the chapel, John,and pray to Western God,and listen to the homilythe preacher wrote with Claude.“Oh Western God, please guide our drones,”the pious Johnny prayed.“That we may safely bomb their schoolsand turn their children gray.”The candle disappeared from sighta minute into Johnny’s prayer,and was replaced with hologram adsfor DraftKings and Wayfair.Johnny placed his hand upon his heartwith reverence and loveand worshipped the blood-soaked, hungry godin the great big bank above.__________________Reading by Tim Foley.