Shoulder Pads

All these fads
Its shoulder pads


On new years 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 couldnt 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 detat
Realize what theyd always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasnt 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....