Natalie Cole

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....