Monopoly
She skips barefoot and gentleFrom King's Cross to Liverpool Street
Alone on her toes
Buying time
Mortgaging pieces of your soul
For imaginary facilities
Trading chance for electricity
Stripping community bare,
And you cling to your parking space,
Hoping for a double six.
So caught in her game, she doesn't know
You aren't an opponent
And in life,
There is no get out of
Jail card -
Not one that's free,
Anyway.
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