The Spice Of
To live the zest of East Los Angeles
was always like heaven to Pedro
though his days and been few
how that smoggy blue sky
felt so good to his corn skin.
He love sharing salsa fantasies
with the chilies and refried beans,
it was so blissful in that taco stand
made so perfect now they had added
the world of cyberspace,
where their location had web site,
But he did feel sad
so many of his family
had left by that front widow
heard rumors they ended up
in some tragic fate.
The coke machine
claims to have seen it all,
still his cousins
who had that flour flesh
all told him not to worry
they were fanatics
about a saucy after all.
Then came that moment
as they took him from his shelf
dipped him into that greasy vat
before stuffing his insides
with that meat and cheese,
hot sauce stung a little,
not as much as when he was handed
unto that person,
so filled with fear seeing that mouth open
just holding onto that trust in reincarnation
to come back next time as a burrito.
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