They speak as if they are different,

Engage you in conversation,

Words chosen with care,

Least they give any indication of their intentions,

Yet surely they should rather speak the truth,

To figure out what they are after,

It usually doesn’t take a sleuth

When they are all so charming and just so agreeable

It’s better to learn the signs so they know I’m not that amenable

Tired of being objectified by guys,

Sick of unknowingly being used for their benefit,

Adding to their ‘stats.’

A mere notch upon the belt,

A trophy to be claimed

Always after something they can gain

When all that's wanted is compassion and kindness

Rather than just being some casual fuck,

A fuck to them which is all that more meaningless

Fuckboys, we see you

We know just what you’re after too

Those who have wisened to your game

A game where you leave,

Just after you came