Monopoly

They bought Boardwalk and Park Place
Hotels on each
No they didn’t buy it in competition they were theirs before the rest of us passed Go the first time and collected 200 dollars
They broke the bank and I have
What is it?
A House on Atlantic Avenue
They have 4 railroads too
A Monopoly
On a game of self-love
An arm-wrestling of who gets to hurt
Who has the pulpit
The banker is their own reflection
In their inflection, they seem generous
I know they are but I am not a recipient
I spy the utilities left unmarked but in trying to pursue this any longer I will not own, but I will be
The Water Works
Oppression Olympics
Their piece moneybags
And mine a shoe, tattered because it’s rusty
The catch is I could flip the board I could call the hypocrisy I could break out the manual
But I am an adult
So they will never know my story
It hurts that if they did I would feel okay and I know they would rejoice in the power of learning the notes behind my name
They will never see the bills I’m hiding in a towel draped under the table where the game is played
They have a monopoly and I sold my equal opportunity I sold a friendship I’m hiding my wealth and my stories and my earnings because I don’t believe I need to throw dollars on the board
I don’t want to buy Park Place and Boardwalk
I’m trying to walk
I’m trying to breathe
And I’m trying to give them the privacy that was denied me
I want
I want socialist monopoly
Let’s all just own our respective property
I’ll have houses on North Carolina and Tennessee and when it’s someone else’s turn I won’t pretend I own their colors too
They’re all different and it’s turns
It’s turns
We roll dice and we take turns
You listen to me
I listen to you
What a world that would be equal opportunity monopoly
Played in the course of the instructions
But everyone hates a person who reads them aloud
So I’ll burn my wealth I hid under the towels
I’ll say “you’re right I don’t understand, I have no pain, and you are the most important person on the board”
I’ll lie that the banker didn’t keep me up for 7 nights
And that their house isn’t a place where my heart gets tight
And I’ll pretend I’m fine being waterworks
And knowing they will never know and will hold a public speech based on the non-information
They accumulate by seeing me as a passing face
I’m a poor old shoe
But nobody will ever see
Because I am an adult
And I fucking hate monopolies

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