Strange Alien From The Eighties.

In the vibrant realm of the ’80s scene,

Where music and fashion danced between,

Let me craft a tale of delightful oddity,

Where colours soared with wild temerity.

Neon pulses, igniting the night’s abyss,

A kaleidoscope of hues, a vivid bliss,

Shoulder pads ascend, touch the sky,

Punk and glam mingle, boundaries defy.

Clubs adorned with eccentric allure,

Synthpop rhythms entice, hearts allure,

Genres fuse, in experimental spree,

Strange harmonies echo, filled with glee.

New Wave rebels rise from shadows deep,

Their music a symphony, an electric leap,

Guitars clash, synths delight with zeal,

Creating otherworldly soundscapes surreal.

Spiky hair defies gravity’s decree,

Mohawks soar high, in fierce decree,

Zebra stripes mingle with leopard spots,

Fashion transcends earthly thoughts.

Fishnet stockings and leather embraced,

Bold makeup adorns, seeking to be traced,

Safety pins adorn, punk pride ablaze,

Daring and edgy, defying mainstream ways.

Shoulder pads stand tall, confident and bold,

Power dressing weaves stories untold,

Dresses flow with asymmetrical flair,

Unusual patterns, eyes ceaselessly stare.

1980s, a time of vibrant hue,

Where music scenes and fashion grew,

A tapestry of oddities, a trance profound,

In our cultural tapestry, forever renowned.