The Atoll

Albin (cont.)
Firewater makes me whirling giddy glad
Giacomo
A cargo cult will do for now wont it?
Silvio
Si two steps forward and then one step back
Im his god while youre his conquistador
Standovers shakedowns skims protection rorts
And money laundering our roots and bulbs
Would draw a blank with ignoramus here
Giacomo
French kiss the thick glass flask and funnel out
A rolled drop bifida blob muscleman
Albin
Youre twisting my arm therefore I submit
To supernatural incendiary
Who dominate the wizards signs and spells
And my inferior hobby santeria