Hairy Sweaty Dirty Old Men

Hairy sweaty dirty old men
Openly assessing those of your qualities
That you have put on sale tonight
Openly ignoring those of your qualities
That they can’t put their hairy dirty old hands on
And squeeze too hard
Expecting your professional giggle
Expecting you to behave as if you like it
Not caring too much
About your abilities as an actress though
As long as you spread your thighs in a hotel room later

Please remember
That there are things to lose that you can never get back
Innocence, trust
And health
If you try to take shortcuts in this life
All you achieve is cutting yourself short

And the stories that all of you tell yourselves about why you sit there
Are stories of hardship and pain and opportunities never had
And some of them are true
And some of them are excuses for wanting too much too fast
Excuses for not wanting to work hard enough long enough
Excuses for not taking the hard rocky road
When all honest sources of money run dry
And you have to wait for hard labour to replenish the funding of your future
Painfully slow, slow enough to drain away the glow of youth from your forehead
But it’s the same for everybody else here
Nobody’s future comes for free

Girl, remember
That there are things to lose that you can never get back
Innocence, trust
And health
If you try to take shortcuts in this life
All you achieve is cutting yourself short

Maybe you can lend your strong young body to the day instead of the night
Maybe you can recognise your kinship with those who suffer the same plight
Maybe the bright sunshine will help you see past mobile phones and fancy gear
Maybe the voices of the many will make you hear
That whatever is gone is not only missing from your life
Your cakes are all being cut by the same indifferent knife
Maybe you can see that you all come with an emptiness of hand
Maybe this will make you understand
That treating the symptoms doesn’t make a cure
That papering over the cracks doesn’t quite ensure
That any of your problems will be solved

Girl, please remember
That there are things to lose that you can never get back
Innocence, trust
And health
If you try to take shortcuts in this life
All you achieve is cutting yourself short

As you sit over breakfast the next day
Smoking his cigarettes in silence because there never was anything to talk about
Spent and numb and trying to forget about the condoms he wouldn’t use
Maybe you can turn your head and see your sister sitting at the next table
Hollow-eyed, expressionless and silent just like you
Maybe you can ask yourselves if it is right that girls that are barely young women yet
Should sell themselves to hairy sweaty dirty old men
Instead of laughing at their advances because there are better things to get out of life
Maybe you can ask why there aren’t better things to get out of life
Maybe you can gather your forces
And demand a change for the better