| Suburbanite Queen |
| You like to think you're in charge, ruling from your suburban palace. Safe from the rest of us, separated by more than the miles. You like to pretend you're perfect, only you and your kin. Treat us like we're scum, that stuff on the bottom of the lake by your mansion. You like to wish we're all like him, wrapped around your little finger. Ready to bow to your every whim, even when it hurts everyone else |
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