Infiltration

Please let me win the lottery
My money purse is dry
For if I won the lottery
By plane, I'd touch the sky

Because of the inflation
I just can't take the chance
Sometime, through the stock market
My profit shall advance

I shall not get too proud of it
Shan't money boast of loud
I'll put my money to the ground
My town rests safe and sound

I don't think I'll turn evil, and
The bad guys I despise.
Though now my cash I cannot burn
In thick wads in my hands

'Cos everything else is now such a bore,
The money, and power, I crave for LOTS MORE!.