Flirty Fish

Our parents chose to join a cult Nobody asked us We went along with what they chose Too small to make a fuss Indoctrinated,we believed This life was the norm, We were fed on 'comic books' Taught to worship ****. While still children we became 'Flirty Fish for God' We wore bright make up Wore bright clothes Walked dark streets alone. We searched for men and sold them 'love' They paid with souls and money. We took them to 'church' convinced that we'd Fulfilled all Gods wishes. In innocence we walked the streets We knew not what we did Our parents were so proud of us We were Gods'good fishes . Now this sect has all but gone What's become of us? Are we your neighbours or your friend Maybe someone on a bus! Are we filling up the jails ? Or selling sex for pennies? Are we shooting up with drugs To blot out all our memories? Are we alcoholics,drowning out our sorrow, Pity the poor 'Flirty Fish Fulfilling someone elses' wish For them no bright tomorrow.