Poetry by Jennifer Olston

American male Get out of your jail! You are so constrictive, Makes you so unpredicted. As you look for answers In all the wrong places, As if wanting to trade places. Every day, you ask yourself Why am I so torn inside? This is not my kind of life! It is no wonder, Why you ponder. Why blame everything on the other gender? Have a heart, Do not run away from your past. Looking only ahead, You will only feel more despair. No matter how much you run, No matter how much you despair. There is no answer, No one is there. It is a real mystery of love and hate, All of us want to proclaim. The problem is not me! But we all fail the test miserably. The answer lies in you, by trading places, Not looking for answers in new faces. Looking only through a thin looking glass, Refusing to let go of your troubled past.  

As you sit at your desk, In a suit, freshly pressed Dreaming of work That could easily get you hooked In a man-o-sphere where men lie, Instead of doing work, of nine to five Man up, grow some beard Or you will be sent to stratosphere You got your eye on the candy lady The way she acts, is a bit shady Man up Man up This one is not fat Slim and steadfast Get up Get up Take action Forget your past Man up Man up Get up Get up Are you man now? Can you come now? Will you show her around town? Get up Get up Reverse gear and run fast!