The Atoll

Silvio
Obsequious blimp come tour guide shuttle forth
Albin (chants)
The atoll bursts with ripe sexbots
I weave one way hemp lobster pots
No hazed child soldier poor Albin
On bombshell such I pull a pin
So long sour Hector golly gee
Me human traffickers loose free
Angela (chants)
Where kelp and coral arbitrate their truce
A small black cleaner wrasse finds it no harm
To groom a gropers sore throat uses charm
To peck out parasites leave his client spruce
A damsel fish grinds coral format loose
He grows sweet algae on his ocean farm
Defends his turf with surly squatter qualm
The algae render ambient sunlight juice