chili poem by Miksa 
Sleep tight, all night, turn of the HPS-light.
dreaming of nice things, a bowl of naga-wings.
Under full midnight moon, you will sence the heat
finding love of your life soon, chili that you have to beat.
Without bread, milk or something sour, agony brings out tears on your face
burning, sweating, crying for anything to pour, it feels like a mace.
Seconds and minutes are slow, this pain is killing
trying to manage the flow, head in a sink and spilling.
The pain is gettin' lighter, feeling like a fighter.
Experience of a life, better than a wife.
what a sweet adrenaline rush, loved that like hell
just a little berry from bush, I'm in love I can tell!
Note: I was a bit drunk, when I got this idea...
Sleep tight, all night, turn of the HPS-light.
dreaming of nice things, a bowl of naga-wings.
Under full midnight moon, you will sence the heat
finding love of your life soon, chili that you have to beat.
Without bread, milk or something sour, agony brings out tears on your face
burning, sweating, crying for anything to pour, it feels like a mace.
Seconds and minutes are slow, this pain is killing
trying to manage the flow, head in a sink and spilling.
The pain is gettin' lighter, feeling like a fighter.
Experience of a life, better than a wife.
what a sweet adrenaline rush, loved that like hell
just a little berry from bush, I'm in love I can tell!
Note: I was a bit drunk, when I got this idea...
