American Idols

Cue the music 

Strike up the band

Manufacture the tears

Manufacture the cheers

Sanctified in sequins lowercase lords

At the church of artificial gods

Superficial skin deep mini dieties and divas own the stage

Man made light illuminate singers of sad songs for fame

The whole world knows your name

Praying to posters for penitence

You can't touch your Gods

Look but don't touch

Six degrees of separation

A universe divided between followers and the followed

Dancing the latest dance

Singing the latest song

Wearing the latest clothes

Pitiful puppets with no strings attached

Who do you love

What do you love

Worship at the high definition 4K altar of sight sound and sex appeal

Who do you love

What do you love

Praise lab grown petri dish distractions

So called superstars run rough shod through idle minds

No god for the goddamned

This new religion

American religion

American idol...