Existence of rooftops, pentrooves & pentup angst
(I am spectral, tenacious, teneral Spiderman),
banging my head against unwell updraughts
from Bat Pleb City below.
My pigeo'lante perchspective is
dibble-vizzle-proof bartizan:
noone watches the watcher
who watches the aggro.
Bug guy goggles glued to Burberry busters
(wiggas, birdshits, los gueros son guano),
all the homicidal Waynes 'n' Darrens
are in my violent Stylite sights.
Above the chatoyancy streets,
keeping dog & keeping doggo,
till some hue & cry cries out for
an unhinged spandexy lychnobite.
W/ acrospastic techbrechyerfeckinique,
blunderingly I brachiate,
oppidan orangpendak
blowing his crypto-
zoological cover, along
stumblesome slackline I tried to angulate
outta the grapnelhook gun
on which I blew my crypto.
Down to streets of infinite provocation,
to twitchells of selfsale th'asbo-
cratic pleets long ceded to the
NEETS. Yet sherlock qualms
hinder me not, I'll kapow
the crapow outta yobbos
because even the most innocent Molotovs
betoken behavioral ******.
Tonite, a fairish thot is quarry for
her embonpoint, harried thru Bat Pleb City
by Nickelodeon Cottons, ratboys
on the ravish. Tomorrow,
gammoflakes can testify before the
Left Behind White Pupils Committee,
but tonite Wee Willie Weinsteins will
be stalkers stalked amid my terra indigo.
'Oi, wozzat?' Dread froufrou of my
shrobed 90s trench ****** honcho's
silver maggot-embossed rat ear.
Badly I slink, heavy as irony
of Eddie Brock dying of kuru. Still,
the first tearaway is K.O.'d ,
as my ol' A-Team vertical ***'s rush
lowers him to the flagstone velocitously.
Another babyface hood was heard to
hastily nuncupate that his
sister could have his bedroom
once the mortal beanjuice flowed,
for I came at him w/ gowpenful
of Ginzu hilt. Loutish homies missed
his last request, skidooing aceldama-
arama rubylubed by new pantomaim hero.
So what they didn't carry lengs
or nanks or a ******* tyranno-
sawnoff? They may very well have been firefly
kids from the orphanage, but lone
blartlette found bull's noon bullocks
minacious I bet. Besides, I torpedo'd
my speechbubble, skipped ad quipping.
Incommunicommando, I switched my phone
to a solemn volume, honoured the fallen
Shane Thing, Gary Driver or Jordan Boi
I stabbed up for the Public Good. L/
vinyl pylons glinted vertical ghettos,
yet I'm relegated to a drainpipe
for my victorious coup d'oeil:
grapnel gun from Taiwan's jammed! Behind
extemporising droogs, there's a maestro
of malfeasance, the unmoved mover of mens rea.
Big Bads own plazas, dontcha know?
Kingpin of Bat Pleb City is Michael ****,
Nighttime Industries Association President.
I'm not Tony Martin cosplaying as
a pine marten w/ mundo ammo,
loco yokel. Underworld Strombolis
are firststringers superjacent,
I've grasped that (a criminological
redpill I necked l/ a nettle capsule).
I'm only spilling blood l/ it was
pick 'n' mix & - **** my nutso gusto
- pick 'n' mix mixed w/ the blood,
because rough justice is my brooding fuel.
Not piquerism. Or ephebephobia.
In the straight & narrow shadows
of respectability, Michael **** is cloaked.
Pathetically fallacious balenio
hints l/ holy hell at turgid flashpoint
within my relatively roidfree breast:
all sarcoline steel, I must **** Michael
**** for killing a beloved anthropo-
morphic McGuffin (wife, brother, foster
cousin). That's my beat 'em up quest.
But Michael **** is a Dr.Jeckyllroy
& Mr. Hyde 'n' Silk dissembler,
whose crooks scam nannies in the nooks
& crannies, whilst craven sparrow-
cops prefer busting Pret-a-Manger
Boy Floyd, crumb thief. Rozza choppers
must be his rumoured moles in high
places, searchlighting for barrio Zorros
such as me & Mark Fowler, cockney Shadowhawk,
who kept his armour under his barrow,
until his T-cell countdown relived him
of duty. No volucrinal disruptors,
us nonsupedup apterous dogooders
(under fallaciously pathetic balenio)
duck th'other stringy bolts w/ which
bacon budgies sempa supra our parkours
of duty (no bus subsidies for fleeing the
authorities). When my sable sense
of stealth secures me a momentary
stable sense of self, a centring vertigo
upon some ad hoc Gotham-grotty mirador,
then relative omniscience,
my sentry's shufti at the sinful ginnels,
the maffickers & mollishers beneath the prow
of perching knees, is a prelude to purgative
pisgah of subdued streets, crime rate zero.
His racketentacular stranglehold
I'll spikebozzle, I'll knife, throttle my
way thru to crime-Chthulu, Michael ****.
Acharné city on the hill, brute euno-
mia will takeover your toytown macoutes
& sniktable mooks (numberless ninjas/ninjae).
Should 1 of my upstanding chivs
breakoff in some chav's sternum,
nil poinard, I'm still as hard as
Medusa's nits. Whammo!
Fists (& pantherinely jockstrapped ******-
berries) l/ knosped squids will disassemble
latrociniums
of assembled hooliwags & scalligans,
sent spartling l/ tanto-
ny tarantulas. Exfiltrates stage left,
(I'm spectral,
tenacious, virile sterile neutrino),
holy Goetz untraceable as patsy ****,
Jamaican Rolf, secret son
of syuzhetsam woven by Weird Freddie's
west wings of whoppers. Aeo-
lian witness intimidation:
wheeliebin not foreseeably going on
any wheeliebinges, overturned,
buffetted across the urban Ténéré
l/ a 70s coproll performed by
a choadnosed dalek (R2-*****).
Corpses & other *******, ******* &
other corpses, of my laudable lethal myway leeway
say about as much
as Harpo.
Everything imaginable creaks. Nooks possibly
stoop. Holes definitely cringe. No-
cifensive noshows are offenders, now razorjolly
Rhadamanthus p'lices stacked Rachmanism
that's Bat Pleb City, this Erewhon Wen
only a Michael ****-killing blow
can deliver from rife reoffending rates.
Rough justice cures recidivism.
With apologies to the real Michael ****.