One of the Boys

I sneer
I smoke
I swear like a sailor
I dine
I dare
I deal with detachment
Just like one of the boys
Who don't really see me
Who keep me at arm's length
Or worse, confide in me
About all the pretty girls
They're too scared to approach
I'm not scary
I'm far too plain to frighten
Far too funny to charm
Far too crass to be
Feminine
Desirable
Enchanting
Or worth a second glance