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