Last Roll Monopoly

I'm rolling dice with a vice grip. Eye twitch, mind bent,

boardwalk dreams and a box car bore confidence. Top hat thoughts, I'm plot mapping

these consequence. Chance cards dance when the odds start to compliment. I'm circling corners,

four sides to a strategy. Cash stacked neatly, elastic bands snapping at me.

Math in my head like I majored in casualties. Rent due heavy, that property's gravity.

Pass go, collect my momentum in increments. Pennies to presidents, rent checks exponential.

You land where you stand, now the tension is palpable. Mediterranean avenues sounding

unforgettable. Railroads connect like my syllables do. Four lines align when the rhythm