What would you do if you were made of power
But nobody knew you were there?
What would you do if you could stop the hour
Just with a wave or a glare?
How would you feel if your skin could unpeel
Then stepping out an alien reveal, all covered in glass and occasional steel
But nobody seemed to care?
Would you go mad with desperate rage
When they'd rather watch the TV
Than view an important pronouncement you made
Standing deep in that salty Dead Sea?
Would you rocket through space like a comet in chase
In a terrible race to hide your face
Or would you sip a nice cup of tea?
Are you insane like a hatter from Alice
Or a goon from an ancient show?
Are you nutty like biscuits they find in the Palace
Or a girl singing songs of rainbows?
Would you say it's profane to broadcast your name
Whilst many proclaim that you're always to blame
But ask your forgiveness before the cock crows?
Does this poem disturb you, discarded god
When you sit on your heavenly throne?
Does the rhyme perturb, this monologue
Provided by skin and bone?
For surely you're older and wiser than I
But maybe you're not and you just want to cry
Or stop to chat to a passer-by
For I am to you like a fleeting Mayfly
And will soon leave you all alone