The Atoll

Angela chants
Those hoods at sea in underworld they hark
To when their fish cold boss would feed on fear
Of late hes lost his dire predictive spark
Hes older dodders deep to death hes dear
Though metres long old tetchy tiger shark
Is sucked down by remora who cant bear
Their mentor more reduced an easier mark
And Neptune blunt them scuba divers spear
White ventrals grey blue dorsals too themselves
Now cobia pals of tiger shark deflate
With head butts their redundant hunting mate
A pilot fish now plugs gills closure delves
Sinking blindside by side yet well suited
Hes rock bottom bound the mood is muted