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Gloria (cont.)
Else second helpings turn the death of us
Eduardo
My varsity rowing blue at last bears fruit
Si let me paddle platters boys pile high
Gianni
Hear that old bint the wizard couldve knocked
Us off by now if hed desired us gone
A cannister of mustard gas adios
Salvatore
Old Miguel didnt actually recant
He mustve done a deed entirely bad
Miguel
A fear of squits listeria botulism
And so forth would be manifestation
Of rudeness spoken weve been perfect guests
Plasma (chants)
Feed thingy heed thingy
Heed thingy feed thingy
Huge grown hunches
Launch free lunches

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Miguel
Remember our sweet undergraduate youth?
How wed make precious pesos last hours long
While crawling tapas bars till curfew time?
How wed hit churros stalls for bags of choux
And dip them deep in chocolate and laugh
Hector
Ive moved on from adversity senor
But you are stuck in history of self
I know of wizards more harsh than I am
Miguel
There flies my cousin strapped in jellyfish
His whooshing jetpack entering stealth mode
His munted menials vanish into air
Adios great wizard I sense amnesty
Gloria
Ill walk you youngsters through the burrito

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Hector (cont.)
Disposable shells built for wear and tear
Of curious minds expanding consciousness
Paolo
They make their servitude a saintly gift
I wish I had an off day avatar
Hector
Then youve begun to grasp your situation
In those old days your like my erstwhile peers
Would act as if I was invisible
But on this coral island I count true
Salvatore
Look my hand cut clean through this bus boy here
Gianni
See my hand swiped clean through that waitress there
Hector
The victuals virtual dished are real enough
My palate though is purely sunshine based
Excuse me being so self evolved point blank

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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

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Miguel (cont.)
Crunch your krill slurp your algae salsa shakes
Today marks steps to reconciliation
Paolo
Is that what I think it is gazpacho?
Hector
Box jelly turtle phytoplankton chilled
Served from a hundred litre giant clam shell
A local variant from the classic soup
Gianni
The wooden ladles look kayak paddle sized
Salvatore
My tummy has changed its mind just a bit
The toasted smell of walk in burrito
Has set the juices going whet appetite
Hector
Its plump with pan fried black imperial rice
And driftwood fired deep sea squid tentacles

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Hector
I guessed it would be pretty much like that
The names may change the crimes remain the same
But youve left your large smorgasbord untouched
Salvatore
Im just not hungry Id prefer to rest
Gianni
I got strained tummy muscles swimming free
Gloria
The giant sea platter tortillas do tempt
The shredded thresher shark kelp paella looks
Mouth watering a gourmets mountain load
Eduardo
Disorder post traumatic has to wait
My tummy growls like dog obedience school
Miguel
I say tuck napkins into collars folks
Grab silver cutlery and crystal glass

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Hector (cont.)
On bare knees asking mercy from old me
Miguel
The profit margins thin already have
Been undercut by new competitors
Who sell bulked up and watered down imports
Your old supporters are reinstating you
With your official portrait late returned
To mantlepieces everywhere adored
Though no one hints you might still be alive
Hector
Who made you folk such wretched hostages?
Gianni
Two drug cartel mean mobsters don Silvio
And capo Giacomo we overheard
Them talk about a ransom placed on us
Of forty million bucks the notes unmarked
And foreign debt annulment slate wiped clean

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Gianni (cont.)
By flags of fog much like a mini golf
Geography from an elevation shows
Salvatore
Fresh water geysers might blow under them
Gianni
Ill shimmy this here coconut palm tree
With my unbuckled anaconda belt
And gauge where Glorias zigzag has screwed us
If not by now in Silvios pistol sights
Hector
Diabolical thing you achieved with science
Senor Miguel you built a business
From backward looking cheap generic pills
Miguel
Forgive me Hector Ive misused my gifts
Hector
Forgive me smiling something mustve gone
Wrong seriously if now you buckle down

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Gianni (cont.)
By flags of fog much like a mini golf
Geography from an elevation shows
Salvatore
Fresh water geysers might blow under them
Gianni
Ill shimmy this here coconut palm tree
With my unbuckled anaconda belt
And gauge where Glorias zigzag has screwed us
If not by now in Silvios pistol sights
Hector
Diabolical thing you achieved with science
Senor Miguel you built a business
From backward looking cheap generic pills
Miguel
Forgive me smiling something mustve gone
Wrong seriously if now you buckle down

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Giacomo (cont.)
Look footprints fresh impressed in black glass sands
Our ocean cruise elite guests arent far off
Silvio
Lets join them strong arm them or stonewall them
Or cut them off at their proverbial pass
Act 4 Scene 2
Gloria
I cant trudge any further not one step
Age has caught up with me arthritis too
Leave me here boys as Im a millstone doomed
Eduardo
Lungs I say stop your heave and puff and wheeze
Miguel
Ive got leg cramps Im knackered Ill but curl
Tight over here and die if you dont mind
Gianni
Dont drop dead quite so quick amigos wet
The coral archipelago is scored

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Silvio (cont.)
Myself I was born into poverty
A favela set steeply over bays
There was no water running cold and hot
There was no flushing toilet on demand
The fine view oozed a bitter aftertaste
Ive given back to my community
Free civil works brand new laid asphalt roads
With sidewalks paved a grandstand tall as clouds
Not through meth point bag distribution no
But mansion breakin master franchises
The only gringo worth a peso was
Don Robin Hood I take my lead from him
Albin
I take my lead from you fresh minted god
Giacomo
Don Silvio has the golden touch for sure
He rolled up his silk sleeves and helped me build
My villa using only twelve coke bricks

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Albin (cont.)
On spirits whilst enchanted channels forth
Their voices afterward collapses curled
And foetus like at base of Ophions post
And then he can remember not one thing
Silvio
I cry a crocodile tear just for you
Your twenty second century snake oil
Almighty dollar sign and peristyle
Says whats in this red earthen jug uncorked?
Giacomo
A mellow genie else cremation ash?
Albin
Be careful its a potion made to perk
Up zombies poison dart frog puffer fish
And nettles ground and mixed in rock pool dew
Silvio
The little life you lead here balut breath

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Albin (cont.)
Im your great great great great great grandpapas
Great grandpapa the very long deceased
King Ulut I had many sweet young wives
A sprawling grid of villages my realm
I kept my subjects right beneath my thumb
Beneath the midnight sun my turf North Pole
Now walk in my shoes theres a gallant boy
Tell me how did the mugging mojo move?
Help me stand up amigos pretty please
I need to know what is this odd old place?
Silvio
The coral island as if you dont know
Giacomo
Thats quite enough whos who hoodoo todo
Albin
Its customary that the shaman calls

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Albin (cont.)
Please beat out time on this sad old paint tin
Employ the wooden spoon as it inspires
When Spirit Legba mounts me digs in spurs
As if I was a giant sea horse Ill rear
And channel forth my capuchin monk dad
Giacomo
That I can do while you continue being
Possessed by whoever finely tunes your trance
Silvio
I clap your kooky congo conga left
I snap your ritzy rugged rumba right
Albin
I have informed your body flesh and blood
Dear Albin youre by ancestor possessed
By me instead of your dad whos enjoying
His well earned smoko let me do the chores

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Giacomo
What mambo gumbo it induces yawns
This tattle which resolves just stranger folk
He is diverting our attention span
From his unknown sire bastardised himself
Albin
My daddy was a capuchin monk stunned
And captivated by my mums good looks
He showered gifts on her such as brass neck hoops
Mulatto he and quadroon she great match
Silvio
And I say rather your dear old dad was
A skint house slave whod mind his ps and qs
Giacomo
And I say your dad being the wastrel son
Of some rich farmer southeast sowed wild oats
Albin
Shrug don Silvio and capo Giacomo

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Salvatore
The bossy bint was born to straggle last
Gianni
Well lap the glorified pacesetter si
Shell end rekidnapped doormat thanks to thugs
Paolo
This here swiss army knife is no fair match
Against don Silvios hand gun never mind
The mecha arm of capo Giacomo
I wont provoke them if Im rearguard ranked
Salvatore
The swing out tools of low end surgery
Pull slugs like so from Glorias waddling arse
Eduardo
Psst boys lower your sarcastic whispering
Silvio
Im sick of hearing your sweet mambo mum
Post mortem graded statuesque still and stiff
In beauty equalled robot Angela
The winner when judged on a finer point

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Gianni (cont.)
His stillborn twin diminished otherwise
Consults the milestone hieroglyphic script
They slap his back in camaraderie
Extremely hard and force back his live head
Splash coke tequila down his thirsty throat
They take the pith by mimicking his gait
Gloria
Though wretchedly tired we must keep one step
Ahead of those mean gangsters follow me
Screwing clockwise round the shimmering lagoon
If we should zigzag past the milestone filed
Ahead of us the gangsters wont confront
As easily that buys us time scores points
Against their evil ways keeps us free souls
Miguel
Lets trust her feminine intuition boys

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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

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Miguel
No goldfish bowl that his moon face beams out
His feet are literally off the ground
As there are no stags present I might add
The does wear large antennaes on their heads
Suggesting he is protosantaclaus
Who founded here the earliest cargo cult
Gianni
The coral island mean diameter gauged
Two kilometres read by rule of thumb
As gull flies off to my northeast leans beached
La Chupacabra as if a whale shark
What do you think of that large totem pole
And its enormous snake twined vertical?
Salvatore
Constrictors large as that just make me gasp
Gianni
Ive got a serpent allergy up here
Not moving? what a worthless wooden worm

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Gianni
Its good as butane lighter struck by sun
Ill crawl up on the basalt crag and peep
As lookout while we catch collective breath
Salvatore
I think Ive just decoded several
Of these primeval weathered hieroglyphs
Inked ages back on lava monoliths
Miguel
My young amigo call those hieroglyphs?
Stick figures from the bassinet of bub?
Salvatore
Please bear with me as this senor here is
An early interstellar aquanaut
Who bubbled boiled up through crust from Earths core
Ambassador for galaxies advanced
Look here the aquanaut is folding folk
Straight into his flash swimming saucer boot