Gold

Brilliant shine of which i pine.
Plight of mine, never shrinks.
Goodwill fine, forgotten.
Life in champagne, spoilt, spilt.
More than a dime.
My golden veins coursing.
My brain ignores those moral polished signs.
Coin in hand for it is i whom will buy nine
lives.
Buy jewelry on line with my overdeveloped
financial.
Oh my gold, oh my rich. My extravagant more
than enough saying hello to my optimistic half
full heart.
My car, you are my all shining, bold, all
glowing product of my gold.
Wines, special wines 200 dollars the glass through.
What luxuries, moreover fantasies are yet to come true.(this is a sarcastic poem)