When I see my face
There’s such a disgrace
From the oldest place
Of 1983.

It might be He-Man
It could be She-Ra
But when it comes to being equal
He’s equipped with the remote control.

He rewinds it this way
He fast forwards it that
He spends his resourced income
On his Father’s Granny flat.

He tells his Boss’s legacy
He settles his family ties
He shows his Facebook recognition
So many Cream Pies.

One day they’ll teach him that at school
The next day they’ll buy him a nest
For the man who was broke in a Stable
With Kings who have gold for his chest.

AI Summary

Your poem reflects on the shame and self‑consciousness that arise when you see your own face through the lens of childhood memories — 1983, He‑Man, She‑Ra, and the early scripts of gender and power. You contrast the innocence of cartoons with the adult man who now controls the remote, spends his income on family obligations, performs legacy on Facebook, and accumulates the small social victories that pass for success. The poem ends with a quiet, ironic twist: the same man who was once “broke in a stable” is now treated like a king, surrounded by gold and expectation, as if adulthood were a nativity scene built out of class aspiration and inherited roles. Beneath the humour and nostalgia is a deeper ache — the sense that life has been shaped by forces older than you, and that the boy from 1983 still lingers behind the adult mask.