The Atoll

Silvio (cont.)
We come together clubbed in common greed
Giacomo
Si overcrowding is rich business
In favelas or greenfields ocean moored
Miguel
Your desperate sales pitch cuts no ice here
Hector
Your bottom feeding days are done senors
Miguel
I see two worms who twist one bottle top
Plasma
Your scruffy chic would make a pirate blush
Gloria
I pity that deranged diminished twin
Albin
Forgive me Papa Legba wrung my arm
I shouldve backed my way out from voodoo
Incantations and zombie offerings