Glam Rock

I used the last March prompt (of 29.03) on the Poetic Asides site as a stretch out of my poetic muscles before the Poetry Month.

Glam Rock

With sweaty tops that burst in front
And too tight jeans with glistening beads,
The bands, with swirling joyful hops,
Leave their trace on our screens.

The rhythm – easy to adopt and share,
The lyrics – chanting through our souls.
The TVs glue our steamy stares
We hum along and love this song.

©2017, MK