Testo: Tilt. Collect 'Em All. 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