Monopoly Poem by George Hunter

George Effing Hunter
Is my name
And poetry (?) is my game.
Some of the times
It even rhymes.
But I could do worse
And write free verse
But what the hell
Rhymes with broccoli?
Except, maybe,
(To stretch a point) ,
Monopoly.
Some say Monopoly
Is a game
But what's it's meager
Claim to fame?
Just a gaggle of geese
Sitting around a table
Playing out a fable
Buying and selling ersatz
Real eatate with
Phoney money in the pot.
And, of course, it's no fun
To not pass go or
Not to collect 200 bucks.
Life sucks,
Real or not!
Community Chest,
That's the best.
Get out of jail free,
Maybe roll doubles
And solve all your troubles.
But it always
Ends the same.
Somebody gets mad
And gets in your face
'Cause they land
On your Park Place
(With hotels yet)
And go bankrupt
And lose all their
Funny money!
Y'all go take a
Ride on the Reading,
As for me
I'm ready for
Bedding.