Queen of the 21st century

Queen of the 21st century
From the time she could crawl,
she was all draped in macrame.
She was preen and redeemed
in a church that tried to show the way.
She was taught to never ask for more,
they had no idea of what she had in store.

She's the queen of the 21st century,
just a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should be.
Analog heart, analog nerves, analog brain,
but a fixture of the digital domain.
From the time she could read,
she could see that there was urgency.
No debate, just a spate of ignorance
in a splintering community.
She could never meet their expectations,
then she came to symbolize the nation.
She's the queen of the 21st century,
just a shell of what her parents thought a little girl should be.
Steeped in spite, coddled in fear, drenched in novelty,
but masterful of sensual technology.
She's the queen, she's the queen,
no rules in her empire.
She's the queen, just libido and desire.
She's a lean, mean fighting machine,
the stuff for modern media lore
and she always knows the score.
She's the queen of the 21st century,
just a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should be.
Fallen star, black and blue, broken hearts, wasted youth,
rusted cars, twisted roots, mental scars, the ugly truth.

She's the queen of the 21st century
and she's a modern day romantic, a walking controversy,
she's the queen of the 21st century, she's the queen.