Tilt Collect 'em All
Angry little patriarch, you sit upon your cardboard throne, computer = chip to make you talk, a bad synthetic baritone. Vengeful one, exacting = father, you are nothing but a toy, take your leave you have no power, I = don't fear your damning voice, bearded one, 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, modeled and painted and fiercely employed = with lording over all the plastic action figurines, collect 'em all, and = melt 'em down with my acetylene. Submitted by: Mel
