"Get Comfortable" Challenge

Comfort, to me, is the flowing of green:

Of challenge winnings spilling over me.

By way of a well-crafted shower head,

Bills and coins spill onto my---

And the comfort I know,

When I forget all my woe,

Is something no money can buy.

Unless its free money, then, of course I will bite;

Of course I will cherish with all of my might,

The gains which the tips of my fingers have mustered,

Through my words so plotted and of longevity lacklustered;

And will bask in the comfort of knowing so well,

That it was totally worth it, me giving you---

Aw, Heck:

I'm spent.