The Atoll

Miguel
Its back to front a blunt effrontery
Act 2 Scene 2
Albin
The wizard wont give me preventative
Elixirs at all on that point we part
So Ill get back at him via peeping toms
Loyal ghosts of voodoo gods the specialist
In mischief sort contract retribution
Im done with curatives done for the sprains
The fevered flus the jogging stitch and cramps
My head throbbed stinging pains from jellyfish
Assault when last I lowered forth lobster pots
The wizard should shove his hindsight up his
But whos this coming up the pebble beach?
Id better lurk curled play the possum plumb
Some creature wandering up our food chain