The Atoll

Giacomo
There wont be wiggle room in bartering
With coastguard captains goods for services
Silvio
I cut and built a box of pumice blocks
With flick knife knuckleduster cosh and noose
A makeshift chilly bin below the mark
For low tide it holds safe and cool immersed
Two coke tequila sealed flasks which beat odds
Albin
So you say old space junk I worship you
For not eliminating me on sight
Silvio
The bilious bifida comes back to life
Know me a cosmonaut on reentry bent
Giacomo
An astronaut who exits stratosphere
Silvio
Splash coke tequila down both your fat gobs