Night Owls.. (Prostitutes and Honest people)

Owls being locked up in a cold iron cage,
taken on a money spinning Hollywood tour.
People quite rightly filled with disgust and rage,
still they show no love for a downtown whore.

Dangerous streets deadly dirt filled syringes,
got to shoot as her body starts feeling bad.
On a pimps integrity her life now hinges,
she don’t care about being happy or sad.

What do we do, we make the correct noises,
stick the dealers in jail put whores in rehab.
We won’t pay, they made their life choices,
things are getting tight my livings really drab.

I got two cars, split screen tv, and a vacation,
every month I got to pay the same greedy man.
I’m like those girls, my addiction is inflation,
prostitutions getting sold every where it can.

What do you mean our
lives may soon converge,
that the pimp is making money
from the man who rents my cars.
The split screen tv dealer is in
tight with a hotel concierge, all
the johns have a need and believe
their dealing with the stars.

Those girls could be weaned
then taken off the street, make
their job legal giving them a
choice.
The johns with their ladies could
have safety and comfort when
they meet, giving all the night Owls
a voice.

Lets be honest when we say all
creatures should be free, we can
make it that way if we just start
by looking hard at you and me.