The Atoll

Gianni
So here we are sunk luckily alive
Well sweat by day and freeze in sweat by night
Salvatore
The coral island were now standing on
Is ripped like sculpted abs or pecs or glutes
Its lean and hard like any muscleman
Gianni
If less is more Id rather hump the reef
Quench lady body builder her tight clam
I think her shaped lagoon millstone lifebouy
For petrified young castaways a mount
Paolo
Id gladly take back home the island salt
On my breast pocket starch thick honours badge
Of braille outline of cigarette steel case
To fob my papas ball and chain a stitch
A yoyo yarn which yanks a fall and rise