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She checks the mailbox like a mayor
Keys in hand, she owns the air
Watches tires kiss the curb line
Like the street was built for her design
At the H-O-A knitting table
She quotes the rules, then quotes them stable
Every small thing gets a trial
She wears a grin that kills the smile
If it's wrong, it's somebody else
That's her favorite book on the shelf
Point a finger, lift her chin
She's already decided she wins
Rule for you, not me
That's how she likes it
Rule for you, not me
She never quite admits it
If the sign says stop, she says wait
If the mirror cracks, it's a bad paint day
It's a bad pain day
At the grocery
She blocks the aisle
Wants the manager
Wants it right now
A dented can
Becomes a scandal
She acts like judgment
Is a sandal
Bad parking
She blames the curbs
As the lines were crooked
Absurd
My wheel was forced
By cosmic winds
That's her excuse
When the photo sends
If she snapped
It wasn't mean, just firm concern and keeping things clean
She'll raise her voice, then fold her arms and call the chaos everyone's home
Rule for you, not me
That's how she likes it
Rule for you, not me
She never quite admits it
If the text says no, she says yes
If the message's hers, she calls it stress
She says the block is under siege
By parking signs and basic needs
As the neighbor's hedge attacked her side
So she had to swing the car real wide
My bad angle was a safety move
Now she's got receipts to prove
That being wrong is just a phase
And she's above those little rules today
She leaves the store with a victory face
Like she solved the world in a checkout place
Still glaring back at the condo gate
Still certain she was born to regulate
Roll for you, not me
That's her whole confession
Roll for you, not me
A petty little obsession
And when the truth still shows up to stay
She calls it rude
And drives away