Is this a better Sonnet?

I have two feet that will walk and measure,
head out and string up ten lines of treasure.
Straight to the bank we go in a hurry,
Cash out and in with poetic fury.
Rhyme for a ducat, a ruby, or pearls,
Alabaster sexplosions with beautiful girls.
Ethos by envy as big as my mansion,
Paid off in full all thanks to my scansion.
Life on my paper, full of faux pleasure,
Go on and try it, all at your leisure.