Though flush with good humor pun one mock two yields negligible true cash equivalent value won dirt poor offspring privileged as prodigal son pockets bursting with legal tender, where just yesterday I had none.
All polite declinations strung together would circle... (fill in the blank) matter of fact, I just got a slew of them today June 9th, 2020, what a lucky man me haint an idealist...,
but winning poetry (writing) contest or purchasing lottery tickets... yeah, nothing butta pipe dream such improbable whimsical notion linkedin and tantamount with milkmaid and pail
Aesop pose fabulous incredulous solution finally good riddance hand to mouth existence hello riches, perchance a dollop and/or sizable windfall courtesy drawn PowerBall and/or Mega Million ticket
whereby yours truly suddenly cursed with chump change, and/or abundant money would experience "fifteen minutes of fame" flush with friends and relatives I (a misanthrope) never knew existed (perhaps even marriage proposition,
no matter wedded bliss prevails) interesting... how moderate and/or substantial wealth suddenly finds chock a block acquisitions (regarding brand new automobile, custom designed house,
travel opportunities galore (maybe even vacation to Mars) (despite coronavirus - COVID -19) prevalence, nevertheless awareness viz immutability altering pubescent stunted emotional, physical and social development
profusely sweating hands, social anxiety all the while knowing money can't buy happiness, yet once and for all at long last free and clear of grinding poverty cuz groveling along
the pockmarked highway avails countless exit ramps plethora of choices how to be analogous to jolly Roger piloting immense ship of state (approximating size of Rhode Island)
equipped with the latest trappings matter of fact replete with every creature comfort analogous to rich self sufficient independent country allowing, enabling, and providing a warm welcome - think unfurled Harris tweed Scottish welcome mat.
Meanwhile somewhere in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania resident (within apartment B44)... tenant fritters precious time wishfully thinking (luxuriant life within theoretical leisure class) finding this nameless scrivener invariably hoisting himself by his own petard.