Oh Jesus...

 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.