Some people are lucky, like me, I found a pot of gold in a dumpster,
exactly as if I were meant to find it. I couldn't imagine
cashing in on fortune like this, nothing compares. Even the lottery
runs out of stone, cold cash for the winners. But I never lost a penny...
exactly! Preposterous as it sounds, it happened. If I took a gold coin
the next day, a new coin appeared to take its place, and if I gave away...
Lucky as I happened to be, if I gave somebody a coin, two would appear
on top of the whole pile, so that it was better to give than to receive;
cockamamie nonsense, I know but shit is real, and I was a rich man;
kiss my ass if you think otherwise, believe what you want, people lined up...
exactly! They stood in line for a slice of the pie, one gold coin per person;
despite eventually running out at day's end, nobody made a fuss.
Hold on! Let me tell you how I brought the pot home. Not heavy in my arms,
invisible to all who looked at what I held. Ridiculous, I know...
dope dealers came to take the whole pot of gold coins but they couldn't lift it,
despite it being light enough for a runner with no strength to carry,
even if someone tried to steal coins from the pot, the coins would disappear,
not even threats would work, the pot protected me from those who'd do me harm.
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