Without Sarcasm, Please

[What do you want?] A French cruise liner And a pilot’s degree; The only way to avoid questions Is to take to the sea. Or to take a long flight And never touch down; Any daringly drastic Means to skip town. [Without sarcasm, please.] I want many friends And a huge family To pinch me, to play with, To ask questions of me. And a billion dollars To buy a nice place— Somewhere in the Alps, In a forever-hidden space. [Without sarcasm, please.] I want, like all others, To be my own self; Just enough joy and money To maintain mental health. Many more chances To be proven right or wrong; A fully-lived life, If hopefully not long. I want one thing more So I may be at ease: The freedom to speak With sarcasm, please.