Generation Gap

It might be called Electrifying Pink, that color painted on her toes for it glows amidst the grime of her feet winding filth up around her ankles as if dirt were the newest chain to make a fashion statement. Pink does move the eye away from all the silver hanging off eyebrow, nose, lip, ear and yes, she speaks with a silver tongue ... which has taken on a whole new meaning. Or was that a fork-ed tongue? Then there are the young blonde boys standing around in jeans hung below their butt to show somebody something .... handsome, sweet faces belie their lopsided macho swaggers looking like marionettes from a rap video. Where have all the flower folks gone? Bring back beautiful bare breasts and dancing bodies in tiedye to replace all these sad, frozen faces covered from head to toe in black!! Hasn't Goth yet runs its course ... ? No, dark death hangs out at the mall or, perhaps, I have just become the judgmental old lady I used to resent who gave my hot pants strange stares. How quickly in this play of life the roles do change. I seem to have forgotten my next line.