Some say life's a Monopoly game, spread like a picnic to kill the grass, assuring no winners save some ants, until amid
the fading rants, none there are to punch one's pass into the halls of fame. The metaphor for life in this poem isThe metaphor for life in this poem is
The metaphor for life in this poem is a game of Monopoly with no winner. The poem describes a situation in which, through the process of trying to beat out the other competitors in the game, no player ultimately wins (see the "Crabs in a Bucket" metaphor for a similar idea).
