"Forget You!", screamed behind hand
Your so nineties, I direct to your hand
Are you afraid of the dark? Or just boy bands?
Barred clichés suppressed by Gak in hand
'Ice Ice Baby ', echoes of abysm-soaked sand
held in palm of mind, electrolytes of hand
now gallops in the pick-a-number man
R-E-D spewed across B-L-U-E hand
Hey Arnold, from the skirt weilding land
football held by neck rather then hand
I'm breaking out my nostalgia-makin' gland
Signing off 'Remembered', with stale trend stained hand.
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How could I resist a title like this?
The only complaint I have is the "hand/hand" rhyme in the first stanza. I realize it's a ghazal, and that rhyming can be scarce, but perhaps a little more can be done with this?
Nevertheless, I found this very enjoyable -- it spoke to the '90s girl in me, back when we partied like it was 1999! *boogies*
Sweet.
Hey!
This was pretty good. I thought from what you're trying to say I think you should make it longer. Well except for that it was pretty good. I had no idea what you were talking about but oh well 
Good job! 
I like the "talk to the hand" reference and the title tons. I get such a kick out of this poem I'm not sure I have anything serious to say about it, though ;]
I know bumps are frowned upon, but hasn't anyone anything to say about this at all?