How it shimmers how it shines, and guess what? It’s all mine. Mine mine mine. The slight amber hew all its glows brilliantly in my house. The slight sparkle it gives after my servants polish it.

People come from far and wide, to ask for “donations”. But I KNOW, It’s not the “hungry children” or “homeless veterans” they are after. They are all after my wealth. My golden tubes of toothpaste give an extra sparkle and twinkle to the better of my teeth, the golden ones that are (the dentist wouldn’t let remove all my teeth, but it’s ok, I dealt with him). They want my luxury Au tables, made from golden leaves. I know what they want, yet they call me a greedy old Scrooge. Well, it doesn’t matter cause it’s all mįñę!

I know what they are, how they look at me, how they eye my shiny lubricated vessels of wealth. All of them are the same, my son, my wife, even my mother. But it’s ok, they have been rętūrñęd. They can’t bother my nuggets anymore.

Hell, even the government is trying to take it away. Well, fuck taxes. Cause ït`ß äłł mįñë¡ âñd ït wīłł bê føręvër!¡!¡!