Quips of constant disapproval every time her mother speaks:
She stands out — no doubt about it — just like all the other freaks.
Thawing frozen inhibitions in a winter space and time
As she idly scans her options from some interface design.
With an arbitrary click she picks a party to attend—
Painted fingers on the pulse of all the latest greatest trends;
Splicing vintage inclinations with a cyberpunk couture
Like some cautionary model from a Just-Say-No brochure.
It's a booming sellers' market and the buyers know the drill:
If you think it, you can feel it via potions, powders, pills...
Wands of plastic luminescence scribe her movement through the air,
Waving studded pleather bracelets with a drama student's flare.
Meanwhile self-indulged incisions aim to heighten her mystique,
As the teary-eyed mascara dribbles barcodes down her cheek.