Bend Sinister

All these fads It's shoulder pads On New Year's Dawn To my surprise All the Macca lads stayed at home Picking antiques and clothes Clothes reflect with green bits (Name on the corner of my stub toes.) My powers Have been spent half-useless My senses

It's approaching 600 pounds gas and flesh Robes in tatters It's approaching Lips and tongue abhorrent Flickering lexicon Or a stray dog pack leader Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult