The Hash Brown

So, I opened the bag
and there was a Monopoly
game-piece on the hash brown

And - right there in Burbank - I said,
"Come on, man. Not that shit. Not today.
Don't lay that shit on me, man. Not today.
Not on top of everything else, man."
But I was just being selfish,
like those Shadows that Rip the seams at Senators' feet
so they can Sneak into Bibles, Steal Pages and
Roll crushed-up Corpses in 'em after Separating
the Seeds and Stems.

They Smoke this Shit and Get High.
It makes Them See things that aren't There.
I was being that kind of selfish.
Selfish like that.

So I ate the hash brown
and I still have the game-piece.
But I doubt I'll ever do anything with it
other than throw it away when I move
or Get Drafted.