Nobody really likes Monopoly\u2013
\nnot even the winner.
\nThe promise of lighthearted capitalist competition starts off seeming like it will be fun.
\nThe players pick the pieces that will bring them luck in this game of chance.
\nThey all start with the same amount of money and the same probability of owning it all.
\nAll
\nbecause being satisfied with having enough lacks showmanship.<\/p>\n
But the drama drags too long, and that\u2019s why
\nnobody really likes Monopoly.
\nThe banker gets bored with the endless trading, borrowing, and mortgaging.
\nAfter a while, the sad faces of the poor become exhausting to look at,
\nAnd the banker leaves the game an hour into his shift.
\nInsults turn personal as an underhanded player fairly buys New York
\nknowing that the other two orange properties belong to an upwardly mobile opponent.
\nAccusations of rampant greed fly as a housing shortage ensues.
\nThe railroad owners side-eye the utility owners.
\nThe boardwalker stalks her Park Place with heavy lids
\nknowing that with three hotels, not a soul would announce his visit.
\nThree hours in, players get hungry but don\u2019t trust each other enough to leave and get a snack.
\nOne-by-one the destitute escape the clutches of this \u201cgame\u201d and walk towards sweet freedom,
\nleaving the successful players to fight among themselves.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s lonely at the top when playing Monopoly. Nobody really likes Monopoly\u2013 not even the winner. The promise of lighthearted capitalist competition starts off seeming like it will be fun. The players pick the pieces that will bring them luck in this game of chance. They all start with the same amount of…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4411,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-133136","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133136","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4411"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=133136"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133136\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":145889,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133136\/revisions\/145889"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=133136"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=133136"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=133136"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nPeople lie and plot.
\nNo one rejoices when you rejoice or weeps when you weep.
\nThe illusion of riches wears off too soon after the win.
\nWinners learn that it was never about community; it was only ever about a chest that exists only in theory.
\nThe winner is left surrounded with paper and plastic, but
\nno one to share it with and nothing of substance to show for it except
\nempty hotels, a toppled dog, and deeds that no one cares about anymore.
\nWinners have to pick up the wreckage in this game of chance.
\nThis is one of the only game where winning necessities an apology tour, and that is why
\nnobody really<\/em> likes Monopoly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"