Boyfeel

Button up my collared shirt

Might fuck around and wear a skirt

Darken the hair that shouldn't be there

Hide your kids, best beware

Get problems lifted off my chest

Or at least suppress till further notice

Not to be contained

Though I'm a fan of a boxy shape

Bind me up, but not for long

Adjusting to another thought feels so wrong

Men who feel femme, am I one of them?

Jealous of arrows that hit the same target, do they realize

That their bodies are erotic?

So many things that I'd like to change

But I don't mind if I stay the same

Maybe I'm a fag instead of a dyke

Or maybe I'm both at the same time

Bind me up, but not for long

Adjusting to another thought feels so–

Wrong