Hot Sauce Hindsight

The trickle, the trickle, after hot sauce, it does anything but tickle.

Yet, you knew first bite last night that you’d be in this pickle.

Your body screams for you not to repeat.

Yet, three months from now, you’ll recommence this feat.

So blame yourself for your porcelain throne woes.

Because you were first warned once it seared your nose.

Now your burning butt hole has the world’s largest axe to grind.

With your overambitious appetite and your clearly lost mind.