American Idols

You use to seek a psychic,
Or even a fortune teller.
Now you set up these piles of dung,
And cry out to “Old Yeller.”

You worship your dogs and pussycats,
And think they’re all so classy.
You gather around your piles of dung,
And wish you had one like “Lassie.”

Again, around these piles of dung,
You seek to find a winner.
After wearing out both your thumbs,
You settle on what’s for dinner.

You want to know what’s going on,
So, you look to your televisions.
Will the Lord just watch, as you choose?
These piles of dung over His Visions?