Lord you have blessed me so very much,
no way could I ask for more.
I'm sorry I've been so out of touch,
but now i'll even the score.
Thank you Lord for my remote control,
I couldn't live without it.
It's comforting touch makes me feel whole,
please don't you ever doubt it.
I begin this ode to my remote,
pausing to stroke it lightly.
Upon my car I don't even dote,
nor wash and wax it nightly.
The buttons are so perfectly placed,
reached by my every finger.
With shiny black plastic it's encased,
caresses of it linger.
I really don't mean to rhapsodize,
but I can't live without it.
The face of it they did anodize,
so cool I had to tout it.
I can sit back with nary a care,
propping my feet up to rest.
Surfing channels with a vacant stare,
to laziness I attest.
My favorite labor saving device,
it just goes without saying.
This Universal Remote's my vice,
it will be 'til I'm graying.
Pain is life, life is short, I will endure.