The Atoll

Hector (cont.)
The feintest scent of each mist sweating pore
Youre stranger more when under microscope
As nanobots form gangs against dust mites
In biting them they sanitise itch sites
In puffing them they clear a grinding grope
Forgive me not paying you attention due
I well recall knowing fresher younger you
Act 4 Scene 4
Giacomo
Foul bifida crab chum youve led us on
A wild chacha were not going anywhere
Silvio
This Plasma your imaginary pal
A luminary who near blinded us
With his infantile tickles slaps and tugs
Has left you whipping boy I pistol whip
This chinese whisper clip pass on to him