Every man is an island
And every island has a story.
Some involve tigers
Others are less gory.
Some have histories
Of small people gone awry
Others describe crewmen
Turned into pigs in a sty.
The survivors are fishers
Or they stick to their squad
Or they farm veggies and hay
Even from the pebbled sod.
Then up grows London
And Mexico and Korea.
All governed by cunning men
With not one good idea.
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