through the slot
the uprising of the neighbors
comes through in a hurriedly printed
note.
come to the board meeting.
we need to burn these people at the stake.
they want to be paid
for doing volunteer work.
they want to take away our parking spaces.
our shrubbery.
they want to raise the fees.
hire relatives.
chop down perfectly good trees.
they want to rule our little world
with an iron fist.
it's strange how even the small get
corrupt once
they gain a thimble full
of power.
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