Momus
The Tyro
Eyes that glow like cigarettes with ashtrays underneath
The Tyro bites his fingernails to show his ugly teeth
Braying like a donkey, laughing like a sneeze
The Tyro's heart's a dynamo that churns like a disease

All the laughing elementals exploding in their seats
Mechanical as puppets, brash as parakeets
The Tyro sits at zero while the child within him screams
A bush of hardy berries, a shudder through the trees
Mechanical as captains in cyclopean wars
Where foxes banish lions and prophets lie with whores
The Tyro is a mess, massive and immense
As civilisation's discontents

The laughing elementals exploding in their seats
Mechanical as puppets, brash as parakeets

Grinning while deliberately standing on your foot
The Tyro is a Brombroosh and an idiot to boot
Purposeless in masquerade, with England on his breath
Stuck between Cept and Megaloplinth

All the laughing elementals exploding in their seats
Mechanical as puppets, brash as parakeets
The Tyro sits at zero while the child within him screams
A bush of hardy berries, a shudder through the trees
Mechanical as captains in cyclopean wars
Where foxes banish lions and prophets lie with whores
The Tyro is a mess, massive and immense
As civilisation's discontents
All the laughing elementals exploding in their seats
Mechanical as puppets, brash as parakeets
The Tyro sits at zero while the child within him screams
A bush of hardy berries, a shudder through the trees

The Tyro sits at zero while the child within him screams
A bush of hardy berries, a shudder through the trees