Fear And Loathing En Los Fifties

Abuelo came back to the car,
they’d told him at the rundown burger joint

in desolate Normanna,
we don’t serve Mexicans here,

so we drove on to the next
dust-covered, cotton town

and there at the next cockroach-infested
burger joint,

they did indeed serve Mexicans,
and the burgers were great.