The speaker is caught up in a rush of wanting. The poem opens with two restless questions about where to spend their money and what the whole world might cost, as if everything could be bought. The speaker even admits to being in a "material delusion," and describes a mind that is "beautifully tame," which suggests calm on the surface but also a mind that has been quietly dulled.
Spending seems to work as an escape. Troubles and frustrations give way to the pleasure of having things. The speaker demands everything at once, "not sometime later," which makes the voice sound impatient and greedy. Then comes the turn in the last lines: all that wealth and abundance feels like just another "shot." The word points to a drug-like hit, a quick high that fades and has to be chased again. The mood is restless and a little hollow. The speaker sounds excited, but the ending hints at emptiness and a kind of addiction to buying.