Monopoly

This is quite the game you're playing, dear.

You roll the dice daily,

Hoping that a 10 might come your way,

But all you get are snake eyes.

Inching your way blindly

Down the streets,

Banging the board as you please,

You find yourself

Giving your prime real estate

To anyone with fake, paper money.

Soon, that B & O Railroad

Lies in disrepair,

And you are without the means

To keep that train of thought on track.

But the buyer with a thimble of protection,

With rolls of a 6 and 9,

Suddenly holds the promise of a 10

If you would only divide your empire.

So you take a chance.

You lay it all on the line,

Intoxicated and enamored by fantasy,

And bet your entire life for this one moment

That wouldn't make you seem so green.

Yet with a single slip of judgment,

Those snake eyes betray you,

Forcing you down roads uncharted,

Without an agent,

Without any tricks left in that silver hat.

So you'll wander blindly for weeks,

Searching still for that 10,

That luxury of property without taxes.

But you'll find yourself on Baltic

In the end with nothing

Because free parking is a thing of fantasy, honey.

Game over.