Success

All the writing failures since
I moved to the big city Sydney
Along with the relationship failures
Have kind of altered me
I've become a pessimist, gratefully
It's like returning back home
I think I was always like this
I think I fooled myself before
For the entirety of my adult life
Because of striving and 'success'
Success isn't the truth for me
Success is a worthless sewer
It's a rotting pile of rat-infested lumber
Buried in the deep grass
Of a suburban hoarder's
Ghastly overgrown backyard
It gets the neighbours talking