The Atoll

Silvio (cont.)
Then he and I will exit ramming her
Entirely from the conning tower awash
With his small trunk of balsa wood
Assuredly bouyant nine tenths stale hot air
Youll scramble up the steel rungs one by one
That is last one out is a rotten egg
Giacomo
You were coerced into taking hostages
By former paramilitary troops
Collateral for ransom swamped for bucks
You are a naive sad patsy don Silvio
Silvio
On deep reflection I do think as much
Till we meet once more adios amigos