A wanna be!

Another day, another dollar
Slips through my hands
To the voices that holler

Brick walls appear
I choose cleary to bash
Whats this all about
This thing they call cash!

And some will say
A route to disaster
A society existing
That no one can master

I can see it now
A grand house standing proud
Why not a boat
And one of those mota's
And bung in watch
One with a crown

So inferior am I
For I have but not one
I'll just have to shoot myself
Someone pass me a gun!