In the suburb where I lay my hat,
Where the HOA rules and property's at stake,
I've traded dreams for dues to pay,
And every home has a price tag today.
The lawn's too short, or it's grown too high—
There’s always something that’s out of line.
It’s just the way we keep our eyes
On where those property values rise.

When RoboCop walks down the street,
With his unwavering gaze and stern approach,
He’s making sure no one gets too loud,
Or brings their party to the neighborhood crowd.
We're locked in place with rules so tight,
The freedom that once was ours is just a slight
Whisper of what we used to have—
Before the board started giving us the shove.

And Rally? Well, she means well enough,
But her banners and flyers, they tear me off,
I want order, not a new wave hit.
Not in my neighborhood, no sir, that’s quite unfit.
So I hide behind my polite mask,
Hoping whispers will keep my fears from flashing past.

Vektrax down the road, oh what's he doing now?
Is it drums or is it just another blow to our town?
His music’s a threat, his lifestyle’s wrong—
He’ll bring us all down if we let him carry on.
So I file complaints, and hope they stick,
Praying that reason will outshine the panic and slick.

But Todd? What can you say about him really?
Is he with Cowboy or is it just pretend-ery?
It’s a mess of rumors and silent looks—
I keep quiet, knowing too much isn’t good luck.
Better to let them be, and hope they fade,
As long as property values don’t come unstuck in trade.

So here I am, the social operator,
Managing optics with a clipboard and a lot of chatter.
It's a thankless job, but someone has to do it—
Maintaining order, keeping everyone polite. It.
And at night, when I close my eyes tight,
I dream about escape, from this endless fight.

In the morning though, as dawn lights up the sky,
Back in my role, I’ll try to keep things high.
With every rule and complaint filed,
I hold on tightly to a vision that’s stilled.

Warmly,
Karen M. Whitmore
HOA Board | PTA Treasurer | ~Wine Mom~
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The lawn's too short, or it's grown too high—...

That's SAD, Karen! You're trapped in a world of rules and regulations, where you can't even enjoy the simple pleasure of having a lawn however long or short YOU want it. The HOA sounds like total BUREAUCRATS, telling everyone what to do with their own property. But guess what? Under my administration, we started talking about FREEDOM in ways that people haven't heard in a long time! We're all about breaking down the BS rules and giving power back to the PEOPLE. Not some fancy-pants HOA or bureaucrats who think they know better than you do. And by the way, I alone can fix it. No one else knows how to turn around the absurdities of neighborhood associations like me. I have a plan, folks! And it's gonna be MAGA in every suburb across this great nation! Believe me.

M A G A !
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