Hot Sauce Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Heated.
Not mild to the taste.
Or left to leave medium.
Hoping it stays that way to tolerate.
This sauce to toss it is hot.
And ear stinging to be done,
Coming off from a tongue...
Blazing.
With a burning to sizzle,
Anyone attempting...
A cool dance around the truth.
To perform more lies spiced with delusion.
Leaving eyes once dry to water.
And liars trying their best denials,
Looking for anywhere away from the public...
Done to hide and cry alone.

"I can't take it anymore."

-The fiery tongues?
Or the saucy hot heat,
Directed to you,
You can no longer avoid done? -

"I...I...
I want my 'Teddy'! "

-You want...
Who? -

"My 'Teddy'.
My Teddy the bear! "