THIS JUST IN!
ATTACK! Guerillas have burned the villas: learn to kill!
The bat light's shorted as night vultures fill the sills up-
Windows blow out! Jokers poke their noses over the single
pane and sway in on rope ladders woven by Black Widow!
Batman's sitting back in his black living room swigging Goose/
mixing juice to get 2 per sip- perspiring while spitting chew...
tiring with every lonely swig his fat ass can get him through.
After sipping brews with aires of Arab prince Abdullah's resist-
the Joker's poker face raises with the scarred arms of terrorists;
His lips peel back and reveal his callouses, malice tipped teeth
ribbed with the reek of foul twisting round his proud red cheeks!
GOTHAM UNDER SIEGE!
The Pearl Trade Center lays unfurled inner of the center-city;
while all the world watches Wall Street fall...
and the world bank lays ankle debt/deep with only their penny
filled bags- backpacking down the broken allies yelling GIMMY!
Greed fills the chatter of fiendin' people, beneath thick laughter
of Joker and his own works masterfully schemed disaster.
And...
Batman hands Robin a twenty to grab him one pack more;
twitching in the somber sober; Robin passes the package store-
Takes that twenty, head bobbing to the bass of the boom box,
directly to the corner Ave spot shaking for that craaaaaack rock!
'... someone call Superman!'
UTTER DEBACLE!
Gotham problem seeps through the pours of fresh wide streets-
Guerilla warfare tares a new form in swarms before NYC!
The fallen men slight their damp heads to the dead cob webs
stretched between the alleyway fire-scapes to try and find Spiderman!
But he's not up there frolicking along the high wire stall of spin-
while the people's screams meet the thought of prime evil HOBGOBLIN!
It seems that in his brief retirement he's met a higher hand-
dinning on battle fire flints, he and Castro conspired stance/
nuclear clarity between the crosshairs of similar irritants.
Chernobyl all over: sleep tight Brooklyn, don't look kids...
cover your eyes and die quiet under the soot winds.
WHO WILL SAVE US!?
Cuban missiles quickly spill over urban symbols, thimbles
full of neuro toxins were all dropped in the water, systems ripple
the ecological fox holes- trees to debris and timber sheets
stretched across the desolate head of Lady Liberty.
But where is Spidy?
His costume was ripped, so he flew out to have it tailored-
got side tracked on Sax Ave and decided to stay there.
Descending Boulevard with a peculiar waddle and bag in hand,
he's got alittle bit... different, with a separate group of friends
and a new slip to his speech, with a hint of lisp and effeminate.
Shopping sprees with friends, the hottest clubs on weekends-
and as faces melt off the patient children...
Spiderman was busy buying tighter pants and chasing free men!
'Where is Superman!?
IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANE, IT'S...
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's... a giant A aimed to hit the earth!
The burning faces gather their remaining luggage and race;
Napalm still falls from the raging chaos that came from today's fall-
Where is our Superman, our savior bearing cape and muse of stance
to be taken, while our lives are fading with the hours misuse of hand!?
Staring down the brown tip of 100,000 pounds of carriage-
propelling towards the future form that hell will use to sparrage!
The babies scream as their families bleed to death-
ash plastered faces and fractured heads beneath seizing breath!
And still! No one can find Superman...
The phone booth's ring through, no one's picking up!
Blood pours along the chaos and the end has come to wish us off!
The End Is Coming.
Superman is no where to found-
All the broken knees meet the bruising ground;
they pray, with weighed heads boomed down,
this whole, world aloud
.. as a little girl sits bold, in a Metropolis road,
and whispers in rolling tearfuls, 'Mommy, where did all the heroes go?'
'... Superman is dead.'
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