The Atoll

Albin (cont.)
The coral island ended split in two
All things at low tide mine and mine alone
The rest at high tide his and his alone
Yet something fishy stinks in this estate
I reckon it sea level rise as caused
By global warming which improves his lot
Giacomo
There is no wizard its all fantasy
You filthy fibbing selfaggrandiser
Silvio
The bodybuilding bifida could be
Addressing our precarious situation
A coke tequila decent analogue
For standby truth drug sodium pentathol
His brawny brains a sponge of isotopes
Fill us in on this wizard you abhor
Albin
The wizard Hector hypnomeditates