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