The Atoll

Salvatore
The fetish is simplistic stuff its sworn
Affinity suggests a cargo cult
That sprang around some greenfields company
Could it be novel antiperspirants?
Gianni
Ssh there below Ive spotted what looks like
Don Silvio capo Giacomo and pal
Intoxicated swaying on their sealegs
They head this way they stumble swig and slap
Gloria
Our mortal enimigos I should think
Miguel
Gianni youre wholly sure of your two eyes?
Gianni
No Ive lost sight of them going down a dip
Of twisting pumice track no here they come
Asudden skewed left over stumps and bumps
Their sidekick wearing pendants on his neck