Settlement Specs Between Brothers
Bro, you ate my candy, serious business.
Chocolate will give you zits, may they never heal;
May your teeth all rot out; may you gain fifteen pounds;
May you lose your hair and have mental breakdowns.
May the good Lord punish all those who steal.
But, I want you to know, you have my forgiveness.
Now, let’s get down to the real deal
Bro, you will do all of my chores
without complaint and with vigor.
Listen well, the price gets bigger.
Say, “I’m sorry!” down on all fours
then you’ll have my word, I won’t squeal.
Halloween candy? I had a slew.
So whenever, as long as I want,
from now until Christmas Day -
your games are mine, all digi-play.
After Christmas, a settlement,
But I will keep my eyes on you.
October 16, 2019
contest: If I Were Your Brother
host: Bobby May
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2019
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