Chivelry Is Not Dead 2

See:
plot line one was all fiction
Baptized by fire 
was not playing
by my rules.
 He was lying.
I had to put him in his place.
And make him realize 
that a big brother
 at work would twist him
into a pretzel 
until he was pieces
of crumbs 
left at the bottom
of the bag 
if he messed with 
his prize possession
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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