The Atoll

Paolo
Look how intellectually handicapped
And spastic folk now falter forth the food
Congenitally quadraplegic folk
Now twitch the trestle tables out in place
Hector
Society has a place where all can fit
Paolo
I feel a little jealous Im ashamed
Hector
Sounds like sour jalapenos amigo
You were born healthy you should be secure
Salvatore
Dont spoil the feast with maudlin sentiment
Paolo save us your dribble dig in dunce
Hector
They are magnetic forces wrapped close knit
By icons from a future raw their forms
Are damaged probes which buffer pristine souls