The Atoll

Albin
Hes got a secret robot factory
As yet unhyped powered up to gel and press
The prototype bio robot Angela
Is beautiful and captivates the heart
Silvio
Sounds like some lonely scientist who has gone
Intellectualised his male libido
Albin
At any rate to earn you half of this
Remote isle you must tie the wizard snug
Inside a truss Ive made of raw hemp strands
And from a bowed young coconut palm tree
Well hang him well light driftwood under him
And thus hell smoke salami like and weep
As he peeps you folk screwing Angela by
Silvio
Where might you be aligned in this hot scheme?