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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
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