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