Here's another (revised) copy of the poem, "Immanuel." I'll thankfully appreciate any comments, positive or otherwise.
The folk invoke their Immanuel.
Immanuel, God be with us:
Oprah, Oprah, the Barbies exult,
While they wait for Judge Judy,
Then quiver in rapture
When Judge and Bird emerge.
Tyra, Tyra, the Thumbelinas praise!
On another stage Ellen conjures
The Believers' spirits,
Then they arise and rejoice.
Each time the floor director gives
The cue, the Tiffanys go to a
Perfect world, riding My
Little Pony to Eden, where
Life begins by pulling a string
Grounded in a memory chip.