I find myself in familiar territory
Three days in
And I’m a slumlord again.
With my red hotels
And invisible bums
Those focused on Boardwalk
Forget what happens if they land on Mediterranean
With Hotels
The railroads are mine
The Lights and water too
No new developments
No little top hat man can help you now
Because I have his top hat
Soon I’ll have your shirt
Your fancy silver car gets you around
But I have been around the block a few times too
I’ve rolled the dice
I coveted and finagled your Marvins Gardens
I won a beauty contest
While hoarding get out of jail free cards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a delightful trip through Monopoly and lifting it to universal heights with the famous get out of jail cards but better yet the jail melts bars too when the poems flow and glow