Ah, dreams... next to hope.
Perhaps I should make up a line about dreams to exchange it with my "no hope" standard.
First try:
Golden Putters for sale or rent,
passes to let 37 Cent.
No dream no ding no wins, ain't got no yellow Nikes.
I'm a man of credits by no credits,
King of WGT.
Now I'll pass it to Courteney to condense it.