When I say I like to play games,
I mean I like monopoly.
I mean I like rolling the dice,
Playing the odds and hoping
To land on something lucky.
When I get lucky
I land on free parking,
Like the kind on the street
Outside of your apartment.
I celebrate as I am showered
In more kisses than I can count.
I shove them down my throat
To negotiate with later.
As time passes we will
Trade them back and forth
Until every inch of space
Between me and you is occupied.
For a while we will be equal.
We will play nice. Pay small tolls.
Taking only what we are giving,
Trading for mutual benefit,
Growing from one another.
Building houses and visiting
One another's properties.
Not worrying about landing
On one space or another.
Slowly grassy fields turn
To sprawling developments.
Places that some people aim to be,
Make a family, one, two, three.
But we are not the type to, baby.
We will not stop for a white picket fence.
We have personal goals, for personal developments.
We are career driven people.
In the name of monopoly,
We will circle the board until we are dizzy,
Erecting concrete skyscapers one layer at a time,
Building walls stacked on walls
That scream to the sky
"Something was built here."
Something hard. Something heavy.
Something immovable. A concrete block
Concealing a once-grassy field.
I went to visit you there.
I found a ticket on my dash board.
I guess thats why you said you're fine,
But I am not.
These walls cost me a toll that I cannot pay.
I heard the only way to knock them down
Is if one of us loses.
Good thing "It's just a bored game."
