CUT OFF'S A POEM BY BRIAN MEAR
With 'cut offs' worn in faded glory
we raised our arms to power and light
when every patch could tell a story
our horns aloft to God's of might
In halls of reverence, the last in line
hail maidens Iron, the mighty Priest
escaping the harsh confines of work
taste life's freedom for now at least
New waves of denim, surge and tumble
cascading hair, we ruled the night
In heat and smoke and noise we rumble
all as one we stand up and fight
For forty years they've walked amongst us
our lord's of thunder, Goddesses of Power
now remnants of that mighty army
await for one last Sacred hour.
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