The disco Rollarena
down by the yacht marina
was a human melodrama
I wish I’d brought me camera
to capture all the clamour
We’d skate around in circles
‘till we all fell down
I'd pretend I couldn’t skate,
chat up girls and stay out late
My knee pads simply bait
as I fixed meself a date
‘cos the future wouldn’t wait
then my head would spin in circles
as the world fell down
To our Sony Walkman beats
we’d go skating through the streets
cruising pavements and concrete
on those roller blades of heat
that destroyed our bleeding feet
as we skated cross the cobbles
‘till we all fell down
In the Eighties skater creed
we would feel the need for speed
crashing down so hard we’d bleed
get back up and not concede
keep it rolling, feed the need
Skating over potholes
made us all fall down
Steve Wheeler © 5 January, 2021
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