Modern Girls

Modern Girls

The modern girl dons her modern suit
Designer bra and pants
Big tall tough shoes make her ten feet tall
She's taking all she wants

She sinks a pint of Courage Best
Then six Beck's by the neck
She draws real hard on her cheroot
And gobs upon the deck

Designer 'phone, designer blade
The only stiletto here
"You want some? Think you're 'ard enough?"
Another crate of beer

No place for men in this girl's world
Unless her jar lid's tight
Not for cooking: Pickled gherkins!
"You wanna start a fight?"

Femininities coffin laid to rest
Amidst a sea of puke and coke
And nine inches of warm plastic
Mean no need for a bloke

Unless she wants a designer male
As accessory or coat-stand
To quietly accept her mouths decibels
Awhile she's addressing her Amazon band

And is dismissive of the air-head blonde
With her high heels and grace
Not appreciating she's a mirror
But much more "In Yer Face"

Does she feel she's equal to all men
By mirroring their worst
Football facts and fucking
Last England world cup hat-trick - Hurst

Deep within is she a lonely child
Simply wishing to go far
Not so easy to accomplish
When she can't reverse or park her car

And when she's driving, the girl racer
Exhumes its ugly head
From a time when fast meant everything
Now usually it means dead.

But when the performing stage is empty
And she's sitting home alone
When the posture counts for nothing
And no-one's on the 'phone

Does she curse cat and life's fortune
In curses Anglo-Saxon
Or is she graceful and demure
When she hasn't got her slacks on

Does she consider her future's path
Whether single she wants to stay
Does she appreciate it's her own conduct
That drives the blokes away

How her public face screams conflict
Could he face that every morn
What when she catches him seeking solace
From his hidden cache of porn

Didn't her mother ever tell her
The ways of the world and men
It's about getting on together
Not about getting one over on them

And all the poets, inventor and thinkers
Not a woman in sight it seems
But by this men are not unsettled
As a looker passes in tight jeans

It's a question of knowing your purpose
And making good the qualities you lack
And considering your best position
For a woman it's on her back

At least it's a comfort to all men
The world's state as they get old
In future modern girls get their aggression out
On Juno, Omaha, Sword and Gold