Walter the occultist is sleeping in the parlorHis tarot is stained with cucumber and tomatoThe kettle bubbles over, calls the caged canary"Walter, mind the shop""Walter can you tell us" ask the fat girls from the chorus"Wil we be happy and the Gods they be for usAnd what do the cards say about those menWe met upon the pier?"Once there were stars behind his eyesBut now they have dimmed and crystalisedThе Gods are cruel, they tеase the foolWho lifts the veilWalter reads the tea leaves spread on the Sunday papersThe things that he sees there would astonish all his neighboursThe strongman and the midget, the bearded ladyAnd the tattooed twins
