All That 'Glitters' Is Not Gold
They thought he was a harmless fool.
His hair dyed black
And eyebrows pencilled in,
The silver outfits -
Shoulders huge -
And platform shoes.
His lyrics less than lyrical,
Chanted, shouted
At his concerts;
His hits always played at parties.
A has-bean humoured,
Perhaps patronised,
His antics tolerated.
But Gary Glitter had a dark secret…
Jack Horne for Nette's Glitter contest
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