Success! Poem by chris dawson

Behind most winning men it's worth saying again
there's force driving them, it is true.
With such strength and resolve ambitions evolve
and support to see goals carried through.
It's then they possess stubborn drive to success
in the guidance, direction and tips;
you really are missing if you think just for kissing
is the purpose of those tender lips.
No, Ladies we accept that we're often inept
and our rise is yours to acclaim,
so I'll say this one time though I realise I'm
destined now to a life without fame.
There are quite a few blokes, the butt of bad jokes
who are plodding and trudging in ruts,
they could have gone on but instead, like Dear John
lacked the balls or the nouse or the guts.
But there are many more for whom the daily score
was restrictive, confining, suppressed.
With their foresight made blind by continuous grind
and their drive and their vim so repressed.
Weighing them down with a finger and frown
antithesis of the women above,
smothered and covered and held for themselves
they are drowned as they're crowned with their love.
Too late to break free from the gene factory,
no strength left to try to scream 'stop',
yes marriage for sure is the bolt on the door
that keeps him from the room at the top!