The Million Dollar Poem

The Million Dollar Poem

written by: Edward McCloud

Excuse me while I cut into the front of the line.
I am sure our fine poets will not mind.
They are not like me. I want to be rich,
even if I have to kick a claw and bitch.
Oh, I can see myself in splendid luxury
casually scribbling out some poetry,
Yes, it will be the greatest caper,
using pen and low grade paper;
stamping out some legal counterfeit,
not feeling guilty, no, not one bit.
I deserve every penny that I’ll get.
Ain’t a poet similar to a brain surgeon?
Deserving the same fame and fortune?
And when I reach that million dollar mark
I’ll be as happy (Yuck) as a lark.
Surely some will say, “A million dollar poem!
Why, it is not even any good.”
Well, if I am not a millionaire the next time you see me,
Don’t blame this poem – it did the best that it could.

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Edward McCloud

I was born in Key West, Florida on September 11th, 1951. My family moved us up to Jacksonville, Florida in 1952. My mother read books to me. I remember her asking me if I could read between the lines and explained the meaning of that. From kindergarten through 8th grade I attended St. Paul's Catholic School. I was in an advanced reading class in 7th and 8th grade. We read Quo Vadis, Homer, Mythology, Oliver Twist. I went 2 years at Bishop Kenny High School and 2 years at Robert E. Lee High School. Our basketball team won 26 games and lost 3. Leonard Skinner was our coach; the great band used his name.

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