Fire sauce by Aaron Kaluszka, 4/13/1999 My lips are ablaze, Or at least it seems. The intense burning Makes me want to scream. The jalapeņos are doing their job On my poor lips which were unknowingly split Flame, fire, heat, all are present. Comfort, nowhere. "Yo quiero," their dog says. What would he say if I smeared this on his face? Of course what would that accomplish, But two pairs of lips on fire. All this from a little red package Smuggled from a Taco Bell.