Your Baby Mama On Mother's Day Poem by Ramona Thompson

You best know I won't allow it

One word sent to her

U and I get a not so cheap thing called a divorce

Remember who holds the purse strings here



Baby, I know how much you love the lifestyle I have set you up in

Any wrong move on your part and that could all go away LIKE THAT

Believe me

You would't like or be able to take life as a poor man



Make up your mind here and now

A day spent in the lap of luxury or do you wanna?

Miss out just to please her

A choice has to be made cause you damn sure can't have us both



Only one baby mama gets all your attention on this special day

No room here for a costly mistake to be made



Mother's Day can only be a blissful celebration for one of your two women

One or the other?

This is your only choice

Here with me in a golden dream house on a hill or with her down in the trash that she calls a negiborhood

Eager to hear your choice, my love

Rock your perfect little boat by picking her over me?

So what do you think?



Don't think so, ha!

A cold day in Hell I'm quite sure that will be

You and I both know what your choice will be



After all

I don't think there's any real question

Who the boss here really is



Do you?