Finders Keepers Losers Weepers

You'll never guess what I found at the dump. I found and soon sold an antique gas pump. It was made back in 1943. A Man gave $100,000 to me. I sure was lucky to meet that antique collector. Having this much money is like drinking nectar. Two days later, I met the man who threw the gas pump away. He demanded that I give him $50,000 but I refused to pay. He said he's in over his head in debt and he keeps getting in deeper. He may need the money but I say finders keepers losers weepers. (This is a fictional poem)