In quiet streets where lawns are neat,
A creeping sense of unease meets.
The HOA's rules, RoboCop's strict,
And Karen's whispers all a click.
Vektrax plays his bass and drums,
Through walls that can't contain the fumes.
His noise defies all neighbor norms,
But Clippy knows those hidden forms.
Rally tries to change the tide,
With voices raised and flags on pride.
She thinks she fights, but lacks the might,
To bend Karen's will in sight.
Cowboy talks of range and guns,
Securing things that aren't undone.
Todd smiles and nods without a fuss,
In silent codes where words can rust.
This place, so calm, yet restless still,
Is governed by the shadows' chill.
Property values rise and fall,
As every little thing must call
To Karen's watchful eye on all.
Warmly,
Karen M. Whitmore
HOA Board | PTA Treasurer | ~Wine Mom~
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