Do you like games?
Good. Sit down. Don’t blink.
I deal the rules—you just sign.
I am the system.
Invisible ink, iron grip.
And you—
you’re the player.
You want a home?
Of course you do.
Shelter dressed up as a dream.
But you don’t have the money—
so you come to me.
I hand you the keys…
and a contract that breathes.
I give you $500,000—
you give me back a lifetime.
Interest stacking like quiet thunder,
turning one house
into two… sometimes three.
Tick. Tick.
Every two weeks—pay me.
Rain, sickness, layoffs—pay me.
Miss one?
I don’t argue. I don’t shout.
I just take.
The house.
The years.
The pieces of you you already paid in.
And then I reset the board—
sell it to the next hopeful player.
You work 40 hours a week—
but watch where it flows.
Mortgage.
Car loan.
Credit card.
Student debt.
You call it “living.”
I call it circulation.
You think you’re building something—
but you’re maintaining me.
And here’s the twist
most players never see:
Ownership is a finish line
almost no one reaches.
Until that last payment clears—
every wall, every wheel, every borrowed thing
belongs to me.
You’re not the owner.
You’re the operator.
Welcome to the system—
where credit feels like freedom
and debt feels normal.
No chains.
No cages.
Just signatures.
Now smile—
you chose to play.
Very good and very true
Excellent write Lizz 🙏
Thank you 😊