Heat Is On
If you can’t take the heat
You run from the kitchen—
Because you can’t handle the truth.
If you don’t properly extinguish the flames,
They keeps burning you in the Tush.
Next you are a liar with their pants on fire.
No more excuses…It is time…
But If U Can Not…
Then you should…
Grab your helmet-Hang on tight.
Don’t forget your crayons and coloring book.
It is going to be a long ride…
Don’t forget to Buckle up…love mom
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
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