The Eighties
In the Eighties
we spent the day
running from The Police,
The Bangles rattling on our wrists
until they were Simply Red
Our Imagination fueled By Tears,
For Fears of a nuclear winter,
leading to a New Order
plagued our Simple Minds
Others tried to keep the Status Quo
but whether Prince or Queen or King,
the UB40 card was always near
At the feet of the Madonna
we find our Genesis
not as champions of the Human League
Thoughts
I think you can see where this is going? Tune in tomorrow for The Seventies.
It’s funny how the Eighties looms large in the culture. It’s true that we forget the bad bits but there were some bad bits. E but it were grand wont it?
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