MagnetOde, 4

It’s a freak if anyone has a future, 
save the freaks,
who have date w/ a bed of radioactive roses,
if they stick l/, yep you guessed it, a magnet 
to their magus, their Moses,
who parts devil’s roped chainlink 
& reinforced concrete all the way to Mutopia.
Also unnormals’ Noah, 
whose forcefield arc preserves all alpha lepers, 
their atomicuglystickpounded stegga squaws 
& stronty swampdonkey progeny,  
all those whose Quasimodo chromosomes 
are a 'D’oh!' transliterated into DNA,
those of futureshock stock receive a 'sí, pasarán!' 
out of harm's way under a mag(safety) net,
for a horlicksedhelixed faceache
is not a criminal profile
in the Magnetosphere.
Magneto will not forsake freaks,
freaks need not fear    
his magnetic flipout: 
entire EM field is a hecatomb
of homsaps exclusively.  
A GM child won’t need shieldin’ at all! 

Those w/ molecules
molested more mirific than mere Merricks 
(& their muntant, minghawk consorts),
those w/ superabundant gains of function, 
who owe thanks to industrial puddles
or flytipt isotopes for on fleek freak powers , 
these enhanced ones saddle up their war wuzzles  
& horsesize blue lobsters
from growth hormone oceans, then 
chimera heroes charge the norms, 
the Biological Muggles of NATO-BRICS!
Well, what’s left of them,

for, true to form, even the threat of extinction
couldn't galvinise them to fight as one, 
the aggressive mediocrity of average men 
the enemy within, maxing out their meetyourmakerometers
before the enemy without,    
His Magjesty’s neomorphic myrmidons,
matched the human platoons w/ their various Makers.

O eggbeaterbladesjamming, 
lamppostwrapping, 
traintrackcravatting 
awesome welly, wrath 
of Magneto! Literal worldbeater
splatting the reign of hubristic, 
Hum Bom‘ avin’ it hominids.
Their defender, the traitor, his nemesis, 
has no chance: Xavier, 
the baby's butt-bonced telepath
explodes, everted by his own zinc supplements,
all his vitals evaginated w/ a reverse raspberry 
– YRREBPSAR! 
Or maybe just a big mushy ker-SPLURK 
in front of the news crew 
from Good Morning Gomorrah
(tho’ what they caught on camera was slipshod,
coz new screws were oscillating right outta new tripods).

The Daddy Mag’s sapiosayso all it took, 
delivered w/ a sidedishin’ shirty look, 
supercilious fingerclick,  
then supercallous frangible physics 
he expedited - 'opeless
as a singularity’s mathematical badlands 
for all those caught in this other 
fundamental enforcer's killzone,
whether indoors or out in the open.
He sent all metal mad, 
spelt red death for the Prof
(ironically, we can now see inside HIS mind,) 
when that mindreading skinhead Ironside
had his hemoglobin extracted entoectad.  
Now coquelicot slop where once 
stood clairvoyant bald as a coot, well,
not stood, but Charles must have been 
prize Nobel Peace Prize spod 
to stand his ground against
the mutie Malcolm X 
X'd w/ Uri Geller on roids,
the Handsfree Tugofwar Champion of the World 
– might as well have Timmy & his mallet in one corner,
Thor & Mjolnir in the other. 
Or a story by Stan Lee w/ 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 l/ all gods.

O I know Barreness Margaret Hilda Von Doom’s 
more macho, but were I my muse, Magneto, 
no
Hitlerian librarian
could judgementdaydream so.