Echoes in a Mind

She's like a pressure cooker, your happy, loving mum,

so just a word of warning if you're a daughter or a son.

If you see a hue of blue rising to her face, you had better get that flight booked, I'd suggest to outer-space!

Her rope, it may seem endless but she has blisters on her palms

and her shelf is over-flowing now with bottles of napalm.

She's tripping over mountains swept beneath the rug,

you could try one last strategy and just give her a hug!

But she's hanging on the end now just by a tiny thread,

and her bombers they have been deployed and hover above your head.

That isn't bright red lip gloss on her bitten lip, so take this as a sure sign that she's about to flip!

The steam has built inside her and blown her lid clean off!!

It's too late to try and run now My Love,

for you have unleashed your Mother's Wrath!