Posted by:
steve benson
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Date: December 11, 2014 01:58PM
Dear gawd, I hate having to explain jokes. :)
Now, where were we?
"We thank thee, O God, for a Prophet,
To guide our remotes, push the "Play,"
We thank thee for setting our channel,
Bombarding our minds with its rays.
We.thank thee for every commercial
For Deseret Book's Brethren brands,
We feel loving pressure to listen
To each teleprompted command.
"When Conference comes on, we all sit up
Zoning out, tuning in for the joy
Of watching our Prophet in make-up,
Telling us that the Net's Satan's ploy,
We doubt not a word that he beams us,
We've see that he lives on TV,
So what if he's suffering dementia,
God's in charge, don't believe what you see.
"We'll absorb every wave washing o'er us,
Like zombies, all day and all night,
Rejoice that the thinking been done, thus,
We bask in the screen-streaming light.
So happy for pulsing protection,
So grateful we know where to go,
The Prophet is on, don't distract us.
It's time for the Gen Conference Show."
Edited 8 time(s). Last edit at 12/11/2014 03:11PM by steve benson.