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All these fads
It's shoulder pads



On new year's dawn
To my surprise
All the macca lads stayed at home
Picking antiques
Encloses
Cosy fleck with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze



My powers
Against them, half-useless
My senses
Alive have party



Was embarrassed but stuck with them
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn't tell lou reed from doug yule
Suppressed hate romance



It was like being back at school



My powers before them resound
My powers heard language, two-time doom



Win populace, internal defeat
Their mob had a coup d'etat
Realize what they'd always wanted
Knew i was right all along
It wasn't then a beatles song
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Cursing black singers ten years dead



Was a clown in victim hat
Was shouldered and spurned



Then my powers did return....

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