American Idolatry

So, I missed last night's premiere of American Idol. I hope to miss the rest of the season as well, but I'm sure eventually I'll acquiesce. In order to atone for my future sin, this morning I offer another poem from the archives. This one was originally titled, "joel and ty say ‘kill your idols’". I doubt anyone reading this, save a couple people from college, have any idea what the title is talking about, but I think the rest of the poem is still somewhat relevant. Thus, with no further ado I present, "joel and ty say ‘kill your idols’":

america loves her golden idols
protect us from our foreign rivals
made from the holiest wholly-wood
they look and smell and sound so good

(american wood, o how fantastic!
100% recycled plastic!)
sometimes loud, sometimes bombastic
the west was never iconoclastic

poseidon forms the great seacrest
everyone worships their very best
on that primordial sixth day
god formed man from a lump of clay

‘history is bunk’ says henry ford
today we can produce our lords
once a year, one at a time
on the great american assembly line

and when all time is said and done
we praise father, spirit, & kelly clarkson