Do Not Pass Go Poem by Laurence Overmire

Wait a minute! What's going on here!
No matter what I do I keep landing on
Go
Back where I started.
Baltic is a long way off from here
And that's the low-rent district!
And Park Place well
Forget it.
Where is Mr. Moneybags, anyway?
I didn't get dealt the same kind of cash those other guys did.
I mean, they got a head start and it's just not fair.
Right out of high school they had a racecar and a battleship
And one of them was even leaping around on a horse.
By the time they hit forty, they were dealing in railroads, buying utilities
And dipping their fingers in the community chest.
But me, I got stuck with a thimble.
What the hell can you do with a thimble? !
Looks like my fate is sewn.
But I swear
If it's the last thing I do
I'm gonna save my pennies and buy myself
An Iron.
Why?
Because I'm gonna hand it down to my kid
So when he grows up
He may not have any money
But at least he'll be able to burn the pants off someone.

~ Laurence Overmire