"Club Dots" or
"Queens of the Moment in the Beauty Salon"
Icons flicker in pixel lights,
Housewives step into new heights.
In helmets and dresses from ladybug wings,
In spherical chairs, they rule as queens.
Yellow camo and scooters in tow,
Their wheels spin fate as they go.
Manicures, curls — their designs so true,
With bold dots replacing pixel view.
Let the markers leave their trace,
Let taped-up ribbons set the pace.
Under giant dryers, shining bright,
They are queens, ruling with all their might.
Sunlit flowers embrace their grace,
Ripped tights don't slow their pace.
For these moments, floating high above,
They're happier than ever, full of love.