The Fossilised Youth. By CpSingleton © 2014
On the underside of yesterday
Is an imprint etched and stark.
It tells us many stories of
Ball games in the park.
Fixing swings, building dens and
Hiding ’til we’re found.
Making rhymes and giggling as
We furiously spin around.
Of exploding, smiling chops
Crammed with Space’s magical Dust.
Days before our lives were lead
By chemicals and lust.
Love was something yucky.
A panting, creak on Sunday morning.
Wrapped in heavy cellophane,
Stamped with a governmental warning.
Lanes were made for scampering down,
Swings were made for one.
Simpler days of coke-ring weddings and
Potato loaded guns.
Bring back those old guilt-free days,
Filled with dares and tasteless lunch.
A place with gigantic Wham bars,
Top of the Pops and The Hair Bear Bunch.
Kids TV that included characters who
Enunciated their words.
He-man with his moral high-ground,
Thunder Cats and Birds.
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