My Hot Wolf Poem by chris schwartz

I got one more fight
And baby,
This one's for you.
Talent like that,
Can't be satisfied
By paying child support and
Alimony
That never should have been due.
Watched you pound it out
On a quiet Sunday night,
Hell, it wasn't for me
But Lord, did Ilove the fight.

Put me in the ring
With either of those,
I'd show them
How the sun's supposed to set.
And it ain't going down
As long as I'm around
Little Red may be looking
For a fight.

They gotyour money
But I got the fire
And I intend to heat it up
With the man they
Still desire.
They all still want the checks
But I got the lighter
I'll set the spark
And watch it all go on fire
From the man
You never wanted.
From the man
You had and lost.
And when I heat him up
And watch him drift into
The night
With just the two of us
Bitch, your money goes
Down in flames.
I ain't got nothing
But, girl, I got everything.
I ain't got nothing.
But damn, girl
I got everything.