We used to play, long before we bought real houses. <br />A roll of the dice could send a girl to jail. <br />The money was pink, blue, gold as well as green, <br />and we could own a whole railroad <br />or speculate in hotels where others dreaded staying: <br />the cost was extortionary. <br /> <br />At last one person would own everything, <br />every teaspoon in the dining car, every spike <br />driven into the planks by immigrants, <br />every crooked mayor. <br />But then, with only the clothes on our backs, <br />we ran outside, laughing.<br /><br />Connie Wanek<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monopoly-8/
