The Atoll

Silvio (cont.)
Theres one for pure lip service one to chow
And garble simultaneously raw clams
And one that can parp gas and bragging rights
What you need is a coke tequila shot
Suck this flask salvaged from my submarine
Old chum or Ill tear you a bunghole new
Albin
I celebrate you taking me aboard
Your albatross like top shelf buzzard wing
Forgive me my diminished twin senor
As hes a shrinking violet nods and shakes
Silvio
More coke tequila then for me his god
The overbitten shrunken knucklehead
Should see a shrink to see whats eating him
Albin
He sucked a nearly empty bottle once
And strained a mayday note firewater loose