Monopoly, my dear?

I'd like to think, that this game of life...Is all a round of monopoly. Something simple and often silly, where you just get off by buying houses and property. All about cash or something, you know?
I mean, I guess that life would probably SUCK if it was a boardgame...Come to think of it. There'd be no music, no love, no art, no sex. Just buildings. Miles and miles of buildings. Hm, there'd also be money. Lots of money. No banks I'm guessing, just some guy that would live his life to be the banker of the world. Eh...He'd probably get shot within two hours. Yeah, maybe four. Then what would this sad circus world do? Get a new one? Spawn a new banker child? Ouch.
And to all of you that probably wonder about religion in this new life, don't fret, there'd be a God. Duh. There's always a God to everything. Or atleast, in American views, anyway. In this case, your beloved God would be the Monopoly Man. You know, the guy on the box? Yeah. Him. He is so godlike, running around in his little top hat and goatee, chuckling. The vary essence of holyness, if you ask me.

And I like you
While I'm with you
You're you and yes,
I'm me
That's how things go.