I’m the code to launch missions; the start of a race;
I’m an old Chinese board game; Monopoly space;
I am “All Systems” ready, as called on the base;
I’m for clothing to match; and to move to a place.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Asher. See comments for answer.
From Richard II:
O! but they say the tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony:
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
They try to disrespect a hero yet.
McCain wants an honorable funeral, with Presidents Bush and Obama there to keynote.
Yet, gee, he did not invite ferret Trump, whether or not he has any grief.
I’m a book when assembled with cover and glue;
To be tied to what contracts compel you to do;
I am moving by leaps; the Wachowskis’ debut;
And the limit where functions cannot venture to.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Asher. See comments for answer.