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