Writer is Super bored

I saw the Superman fly pass.
With the red cape over his head.
Looking through his rose coloured vision,
For his catwoman (Lois has met another.)
prowling the streets
For kind residents of catfood givers

And there he saw Spiderman clinging to the Flyer
admiring the Spaceship that moored on the Three Masts
How did they think of it?
To slap a piece of steel and concrete bacon on three vertical waffles?
Asked the Gotham City residents
Residents of Poreland
are not pretending to be baffled.

All for the bling-blings and the ker-chings
acting like a magnet
drawing in the good, the bad, the wealthy, the fabulous
into a whirlpool of funny looking rojak
juxtaposed against the peaceful heartlands