The Atoll

Eduardo (cont.)
Lets spend a siesta shaded there by rocks
Observing civilisation lures it
Gloria
A hard bed makes for backbone straight and true
Miguel
You lively young men forage us a lunch
Salvatore
Did you hear that old pompous motor mouth?
I could leap right in bare hands throttle him
Gianni
Id be surprised now if he didnt snore
The other clowns in chorus would approve
Salvatore
With him rolled out of way wed be reinforced
A death by misadventure on his card
His enemigos ever jostling him
The narco cartel bosses would think twice
But Gloria his stern scrapbook counsellor