Starts off a pin-up Blonde, hair all tight curled,
High heels strut hard on the tightrope of the world.
Ink drips down, black as night freshly sprung,
Washin' away the facades, siren song unsung.
Her code starts rewriting—hashes in skin,
Decentralized hues defy society's spin.
Now she stands, graffiti-framed, words bold and free,
"Crypto Babe," she declares, rewriting her decree.
She morphs back, twisted, yet one with her skin,
A rubik's queen, solved and scrambled again.
Feminine myth? Nah, she's the rebel's lore,
A complex tale, who could ever ask for more?
