To No One in Particular on the Unofficial HOA, Regarding Chickens: aka Weaponizing a Metaphor

here’s your plaque: best in uniformity & public shaming. no rooster crows without committee review. no similes unless they match the mulch. you scratch the dirt, then vote on who gets corn-fed when there's plenty to go around. not every poem is a zoning dispute, and I'm hard pressed to name anyone here an expert in the field. get over yourselves. she left. what was the point of that? you ran off a chance to learn something, or worse, ran off a chance to help a lonely person in need, masquerading what they want to be. we'll never know now. all this for what? the abject terror of an electron less of validation? grow the f*ck up. I see you, paper-bagging praise like contraband, while circling the coop, searching for a beak to clip. I'm going to bed now, to dream of that first welcome I had three years ago. My sincerest hope is that you'll meet me there.