The Mighty Gors!
surely the name was far more scary,
than ever we would be,
this puddy-footing gang
that included me
oh we looked kind'a scary
in our regalia absurd
but if you did challenge us,
in our pants, you'd likely find a turd
black leather, denim cut offs
chains and iron crosses wild
we hid behind this persona
because really we were quite mild
but that was then, and now is now
though I still sometimes think,
and wonder how,
we survived in a wild world
we did not understand,
and even thought,
we were pretty grand.
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