Answer:
I mean goodbye for South Americans.
I can sizzle like bacon. I am made from an egg. I have plenty of backbone but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions but still remain whole. I can be long like a flagpole yet fit in a hole.
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
What tastes better than it smells?
I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind, I help others to see. What am I?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.