MagnetOde, 2

Twinkle twinkle Stan Leethal story 
of the mutie Malcolm X 
X'd w/ Uri Geller on roids.
Overlord lovely in cape chromarinated 
in Tyrian slime from murex snails,  
He wears unionsuit exterior pants
(his a rhapsody in rhodopsin) 
over longjohns of magenta spandex. 
topped off w/ a brightred buckethead, 
which deflects ESPeeping by  pilgarlic 
psychic,  Professor X. 
Coz the genetic raggy dolls’ rex 
rejects the Prof's milquetoast MLK tactics!

Tinker , tailor? Tut, I wanna be 
the mutie Malcolm X 
X'd w/ Uri Geller on roids,
supernally surfin’ Sheffield steel shoah 
of swarming saucepans, shaving blades,
stanleeknives & saws & Saabs,
copcars & ironore meteorite shards. 
Also, the surgical instruments of the street,
the shanks of medical science,
sets of stainless steakspears of infomercial provenance.
Plus, scraggy skyscrapers got by the girders, 
hurled across the hemisphere
as if Godzilla’s ghost improvised  9/11 javelins. 

Magneto’s only weakness is that he repels fridge magnets
& those toy taikonauts w/ pelmatic neodymium for spacewalks.
No matter when he can magic-netise 
fridges to fly 
w/ a flock of killer falling filing cabinets.