"To Be The Man, You Got To Beat The Man"
An Ode to Ric Flair
By Jasmine Delilah

Hey everyone. I wrote a mini epic poem about Ric Flair. So I thought that I would post it up on here. I feel no need for a disclaimer, because it’s just an ode to my hero. So, here you go!!

He was born with no family, no future

With no name to himself, he was out

Into an orphanage. Until one day,

He was adopted by a doctor

And his wife. Richard Morgan Fliehr

Became his name. Growing up in

Minneapolis and wrestling,

He pursued a career for something

He loved. Moving to North Carolina,

He ultimately became Ric Flair.

For thirty-five years, his career soared.

He won sixteen world heavyweight

Championships during his career.

His family was left home, never

Seeing them, never spending time with them.

But what else could you do when you are

"The Man"? But here he was, preparing

For his last match, against his best friend.

The last timehe could be the dirtiest

Player in the game, the sixty-minute

Man, a limousine-riding, jet-flying

Kiss-stealing, wheeling-dealing son of

A gun. Last time to be Space Mountain,

The oldest ride, but still with the

Longest line, a ride of a lifetime.

So he walked out of the curtain,

Hearinghis signature sound all around.

The famous strut, the sparkling robes,

In all his glory. The match lasted

Twenty-five minutes, and he knew that

He had to lose, to end his career.

As soon as that dreaded bell rang,

His friend was hugging him, telling him

He loved him, that everyone loved him.

Ric Flair’s infamous career had to end,

For he was getting too old for the

Business. So he got up, said his thank you’s

To all his fans, went to his family,

Crying, and knew that he was ready.

“To be the man, you got to beat the man.”