A Million Dollars Yippee

A million dollars! Are you kidding me? I would have been happy with a million cents, A million fried shrimp, a million point on Allpoetry. But a million dollars! What? You are not kidding, right? First I dance around the room, then I get all my lists out. I have been thinking about this for years. I want my own fire truck - not a toy one, but a real one. I want my own art barn, complete with loft, and a spiral staircase. Three-story, but now, well, why don't we must make it four-stories? Pop in an elevator too. Why be chintzy? An elevator at both ends! Next I will go to the pound and release all the dogs. I am the new owner, am I not? We will need to buy them an island, and I will have to hire some care-takers; children probably, for they talk dog the best. A million dollars! I am going to be so selfish! More selfish Than I have ever been before. Just ask me for money. The answer is no. I am greedy already, and I love it!