The Atoll

Plasma
Exhibit A gun wrapped in cummerband
Hector
They would snatch me truss me douse me hang me
Live from a catapult like palm smoke me
Gang violate my bio robot nearby prone
The wicked plot was doomed from very start
Unraveled by loyal clouds of nanobots
Who act as sentinels and spies all times
I rise above them here and so forgive
Giacomo
I sprung my sweet wife from her situation
A brothel madam sometime gangsters moll
Shes now a happy home economist
Silvio
My lovely wifes a well pressed exwhore
sprung
She manages a laundry just for me
We love the ladies rarely we mock them