Poetic License: ‘Monopoly Moon’
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Joe Pacheco
How it would end I thought I knew
In the monopoly game no love is true.
She was Pennsylvania Green and Park Place blue
I, purple and Baltic, the low avenue.
In that summer of madness I wore out the board
Buying properties I couldn’t afford.
My racer apace with her wheelbarrow
As she raced past Go and every arrow,
Till there was nothing left for me to own
And trade for the heart of this Molly Malone.
I landed in jail, she wouldn’t let me be,
Her get out of jail card set me free
To land on her hotel property
And end my game in bankruptcy.
“Sorry,” she sighed, “but I had to be true
To my Pennsylvania Green and Park Place blue.
I won the game, but don’t want to lose you.
Come under the Boardwalk, we’ll make out soon
Under a Boardwalk sky and Monopoly moon.”