i don't have fifty millions

I don’t have fifty millions
Or a super sonic home
I just have my wishes
And this torn and tattered pome

I don’t have skyscrapers
Made of rigid Styrofoam
I just have some itches
And I have this stupid pome

I don’t have vast acres
On which my bike can roam
I just have this head cold
In addition to this pome

I don’t have a styling crew
That all my hair can comb
I just have my belly aches
And this somewhat tiresome pome

I don’t have enough nickels
To fill the astrodome
I just have a few more tissues
And the last words of this pome.