It’s a freak if anyone has a future, save the freaks,
who have date with a bed of radioactive rainbow roses,
if they stick like, yep you guessed it, a magnet
to their magus, their Moses,
who parts devil’s roped chainlink
and reinforced concrete all the way to Mutopia.
Also unnormals’ Noah,
whose forcefield arc preserves all alpha lepers,
their atomicuglystickpounded stegga squaws
and stronty swampdonkey progeny,
all those whose Quasimodo chromosome's a d’oh!
transliterated into DNA
shall pass on their futureshock stock
out of harm's way,
under cover of a mag(safety) net
for tho' facebenders be not fair,
a horlicksedhelix fassache
is not the mug cullions wear
in the Magnetosphere.
Magneto will not forsake freaks,
freaks need not fear
his magnetic flipout:
entire EMfield is an akeldama
Soon a GM child won’t need shieldin’ at all!
For those with molecules
molested more mirific than mere Merricks
and their muntant, minghawk consorts,
those with superabundant gains of function,
who owe thanks to industrial puddles
or flytipt is’topes for fly freak powers ,
these saddle up their war wuzzles and blue lobsters
from growth hormone oceans, then
chimera heroes charge the humes,
the norms, mean mediocracy of muggles!
His Magjesty’s neomorphic myrmidons
versus irremedial malevolence of megamedium men,
well, what’s left of them
after they’ve met their Makermatcher
maxing out the meetyourmakerometer,
splatting the reign of hubristic, Hum Bom‘ avin’ it hominids.
awesome welly, wrath
of Magneto! Nemesis has no chance:
Prof X, babysbottombonced telepath
explodes everted by his own zinc supplements,
all his vitals evaginated with noise of a backward raspberry
No, maybe just ker-SPLURKSHH! In front of news crews
from ‘Good Morning Gomorrah’, and what’s morer,
tho’ what they caught on camera was slipshod,
was coz new screws were oscillating right outta new tripods.
The Daddy Mag’s sapiosayso all it took,
delivered with a sidedishin’ shirty look,
supercilious fingerclick, then supercallous frangible physics
he expedited lawless, as at a singularity’s mathematical badlands,
and sent all metal mad.
Spelt red death for the Prof,
whose own minerals reaving ionised skinned
mindreading Ironside skinhead entoectad.
Now coquelicot slop, clairvoyant bald as a coot
must have been suicidal spod to *** off
muties’ Malcolm X and Master of the Universe’s Pulling Method
– like Timmy and his mallet in one corner,
Thor with Mjolnir in the other. Or a story with drawings by Jack Kirby,
juxtaposed next to a coat of emulsion narrating Jackanory.
Coulda just magnetised the Prof’s wheelchair
into the back of some haulier’s cyclistsquisher,
but Magneto’s a hammy Shiva, gloryhog like all gods.
O I know Barreness Margaret Hilda Von Doom’s more macho,
but were I my muse, Magneto, well, no Hitlerian librarian
could judgementdaydream so.