I have the Right by Law

The prompt is strong. As a kid when I thought of strong, I thought of cowboys, gunfighters and lawmen

I have the Right by Law

I saunter down busy streets

Hand on my holster fingers on my weapon

Some smile and nod I say Howdy

Some look away or scurry from me

My steely gaze flickers to and fro

I miss nothing while seeming not to look

I am looking for trouble

I am looking for lawbreakers

Discordant eerie harmonica plays in my head

Or a driving classical imperious march

My hand drops my weapon appears

My bullets spit out justice

No, I'm not a sheriff in the old west

I'm a parking bylaw enforcement officer

My weapon is an electronic handheld

My bullets are tickets on a window

Just don't you dare call me a meter maid

I prefer (in an imitation John Wayne voice) parking ranger