The Atoll

Salvatore (cont.)
Waves from his bullet proof plush limousine
Election day come whisks past ballot booths
With gentle toots his driver blows plebs off
And so leaves young turks such as I to do
The legwork canvas votes and brainwash well
Smirk party propaganda into being
Gianni
Were grass roots theyre dead wood true Salvatore
The narco sub wreck has now crystallised
My hate for mayor and uncle Eduardo
Salvatore
He licks my uncle Miguels boots for loot
I deputise you Gianni fight red tape
Paolo
Governor Miguel can turn his blind eye
On things of massive public interest