GLAM!!!!!

 

a bald old man

in glitter suits

gets vertigo

on platform boots

his cigar smoke

hangs in the air

whilst outraged fathers

simply stare

and comment on

the raging poof

who hangs precariously

from the roof

or unnoticed

passes by

in the background

on the sly

his black mascara

and red nails

his pouting preening

never fails

to set them off

to drive them barmy

he needs a spell

in’t bloody army

we wam we bam

we shang alang

we hail the leader

of our gang

the drum beat beats

the guitars wail

the glamrock Hitchcock

never fails

to melt away

in every scene

despite his bulk

he’s never seen

but appears briefly

in each book

that he has written

take a look

and tell me

do you see him there

within the lines

that we have shared

skulking

in the stardust shade

the glamrock Hitchcock

starts to fade