Acid Pixie 3

 

Acid Pixie, grunge queen supreme, In tattered clothes, she reigns supreme, A rebel with a ripped and frayed style, Her grunge aesthetic, never out of style.

In combat boots and a leather jacket, She walks with purpose, never racket, Her music loud, her spirit wild, Grunge, the soundtrack of her rebel child.

With a snarl on her lips and a glint in her eye, She takes on the world, never asking why, For she's a grunge warrior, a fighter, a rebel, With a soul that's tough as leather and metal.

So let her lead the charge, this Acid Pixie, In grunge, she finds her power, fierce and gritty, With her, we can embrace our own wild side, And let our inner rebels, too, take flight and ride.