This poem was yesterday's selection on the Writer's Almanac. I thought it was really funny and wanted to share it. It's the kind of poem that fools you because it seems all gloss on the surface. But if you really look at it, there's nothing particularly successful going on in this. In fact, the speaker is living a pretty normal life of cheap rent, friends, and decent socks. The success is the contented voice. It's very clever. And how can you not love the phrase "gorgeous air conditioner"? Enjoy.
Success Story, by Terence Winch