Walter the Occultist

Walter the Occultist is sleeping in the parlour
His tarot is stained with cuccumber and tomato
The kettle bubbles over, calls the caged canary 'Walter, mind the shop".
«Walter can you tell us» ask the fat girls from the chorus
«Will we be happy and the Gods they be for us
And what do the cards say about those men we met upon the pier?»
Once there were stars behind his eyes
But now they have dimmed and crystalised
The Gods are cruel, they tease the fool
Who lifts the veil
Walter reads the tea leaves spread on the Sunday papers
The things that he sees there would astonish all his neighbours
The strongman and the midget, the bearded lady and the tattooed twins.
Once there were stars behind his eyes
But now they have dimmed and crystalised
The Gods are cruel, they tease the fool
Who lifts the veil