Hi Brian- Here's a poem for you and dedicated to all my fellow scroungers.

Grind it up
Spit it out
pull the copper wire out
That's what money's all about
When you're a junk yard king.

Save that sink.
Grab those chairs
Don't break those porcelain teddy bears
There's money sitting everywhere
When you're a junk yard king.

Save those tires
sell that table
try to save that half-inch cable
you can sell most anything
when you're a junk yard king.