The first warning is a wincing ache
A second or two later burning hasty bake
What follows is torment and squirming and sweat
Jalapenos, Habeneros, Ghost Peppers,
Regret.
A death laser fires from space up above
And lights a volcano inside me with trub
And flips it over and upside down
Like a rocket now lifting me up off the ground.
Relief.
