Ode To the Ubiquitous Spic

Everywhere I go,
there's an amigo
from teriyaki and soy to salsa,
they're layin it on thick.
if i want curry,
i can thank a spic.
they're there if i'm in a hurry;
if i need it to go,
but i always wonder-
don't they tire of being called
amigo?


that was awful. in so many ways (politically and lyrically being the main ones... :) ).