Monopoly

It's nothing like the real world, the board game we all play
None of it makes any sense, and I shall tell you why
No one starts off homeless, touring London town
And every year we don't get cash to lift our sorry frown
We don't all start with petty cash to buy white chapel road
We don’t aspire to Mayfair, living with the rich old toads
You get taxed everywhere you land, not just the destined squares
And rent my dear, in London town, is more than you can bare
You cannot get free parking if you do not have a car
Plus failing to pay that super tax can leave you behind bars
You can get arrested anywhere, not just when dice say so
Plus nobody visits Pentonville, it's hardly my chateau
I urge you friends, to prick your ears and listen very hard
London town will kill your dreams and leave your surface scarred
If Europe really calls you friend, which I hope it really doesn't
A nice place in France, my friend, is really much more pleasant