by Jackie Babe
Our Father, Who art in traffic
Hallowed be Thy fame;
Thy food truck come,
Thy hike be done,
on earth as it is at Runyon.
Give us this day our daily kale,
and forgive us our star tours,
as we forgive those who mixtape against us;
and lead us not into street performance,
but deliver us from earthquakes. Amen.