These kids we see aren't bad, they are victims and the people who consort with them are child molesters like any other.

He stands here on this corner every night
Has been here every night since he turned 15
Pink satin trousers, skin tight levis
Hair tinted more colors than the rainbow
Makeup glittering from eyes that have seen too much
The make up doesn’t make me gay he tells his father
What he doesn’t say is that neither do the men
He picks up night after night
Just like the jeers and taunts he directs
At those who stare and laugh
Or worse yet stare and judge
Do not make him hard and derisive
Only hurt and angry, his life wasn’t supposed to be this way
He stands on the corner and waits, thinking of his sister
The only person who knows the hell his life has become
And the only person who knows he cries himself to sleep each night
He wants to tell her, don’t go this way, don’t make my mistakes
But his life has gone too far, he can only laugh
And yell obscenities at the trick who slowed down to look
And then drove on, seeing a little more than he wanted to see
In the eyes of the young man with the purple hair