American Idol

My talent show hero, you are the American Idol.
Picked from thousand upon thousands, your are now our chosen god.
Groomed and judged by randy, paula, and simon cowell.
Way to go dog. You've made it.
Though not written with your hand, the songs you sing will change the world.
That is why you are our idol.
Our nations soldiers, defenders of freedom, are nothing compared to you.
For you give us the gift of song.
Morals, brains, and brawn are useless traits from times now gone
You have the voice you are our choice
O righteous one remember me your number one fan.