The Atoll

Salvatore
Push shove well be each other alibid
Gianni
Si well survive catastrophe move forth
Ill emulate your sabotage in scale
Though humbler are the inner city bounds
You know my uncle mayor in nepotism
Indolent bureaucrats found internship
For me curating town hall documents
Ill blot erase and shred some toxic chits
Salvatore
If we escape from this giant pickle jar
We three should start a little business
With ethics tap a niche which is crying out
Poor folk with rotten teeth who cant afford
Rich dentists we should supply our clientele
With meth as a meth mouth means nought to them