Angry little patriarch

You sit upon your cardboard throne

Computer chip to make you talk

A bad synthetic baritone

Omnipotent counterfeit

Your red eyes blinking back and forth

Your punishment is handed down

But no one hears you from the shelf 



Vengeful lord

Exacting father

You are nothing but a toy

Take your leave

You have no power

I don't fear your damning voice

Bearded one

Demanding sire

Bellowing a hollow threat

Take your thunder

Take your fire

Don't forget your coronet 



Imitation potentate

Stern expression painted on

Mantle made of cellophane

And brandishing a rubber wand

Consecrated effigy

Thousands of your model sold

Assembly line

Divinity with simulated thunderbolts 



You are all powerful

Among the other toys

Molded and painted

And fiercely employed

With lording over

All the plastic action figurines

Collect 'em all and melt 'em all

With my acetylene