The Human Bondage of Atlas Underwater by Whitney Osburn

The Human Bondage of Atlas Underwater
By Whitney Osburn
 
It came from a place down under, in El Salvador.
Suspects gave suspicion and floods run dry
Pleasure had been ban and taken for remedies
Urban areas bun burnt to extreme
Tremendous carbon was needed to plead

Invader assure to stab on a date,

Vanishes in least at amplitude,
But all ions were false as it seemed,

Amber dies and ate sea food on wishes,

Her shin came loose just like a big fat goose,
Her turn had finally come, she was gone.

Carbonated suds burn and run out slow,
The van had appeared in the big window,
It came from salvage, it’s old and rusty,
But then came a suburban, new and long.

In fiction the kind was only a tale,

He has a bond with the sea that was like,
An extremity so far, far away,
Hi power had ascend, just like a gut,
His brains were as big as a tiny nut,
His bird somehow swims underneath the sea,
The king goes on trying to please every,
One person in the sea city down under,

It had finally came, the kings nice heart,

Had a pulse that was dead to every part,
His tiny small brain was shrinking in size,
And all the small thinking was loose inside.

Is the bondage underwater final?

Or has all hope gone away for the day?