I Am Not What You Would Call

I am not what you would call a successful person To be alive is my only claim to fame My mum and dad they would not be proud of me Though I have never brought upon them shame. A stranger on the street that I do live on And a stranger to my own self it does seem And in the bigger World out there many Who like me know of a low sense of self esteem. Of fortune and fame many young people daydream And success mostly centres around money in the Human World we live in And money does speak every language as some do like to say And those with plenty of it respect always do win. For many years now I've been scribbling stuff The type many pen but few could hope for to sell The sort of stuff that the literary critics ignore The name that they have for it is rhyme doggerel.