She Wants a Brand New Rolls-Royce

My wife is driving me crazy, she wants a brand new Rolls-Royce.
She thinks that I'll buy it, she thinks that I don't have a choice.
She's been demanding that I buy her a Rolls-Royce no matter what.
I'm getting very PO'ed and I'm going to break my foot off in her butt.
That witch expects me to buy it and make monthly payments.
I want to throw her off a building and see her hit the pavement.
My friend just called me, he saw her talking to a Rolls-Royce car dealer.
If she signs the papers, I'll hit the ceiling and then I will kill her.
She has spent so much money that I can't even afford to buy a mouse.
Do you know a hitman that I can hire, she's putting me in the poor house.

(This is a fictional poem.)