Moss-coloured hope in the drain
Baulk at the concept of hate
There's fear in his only refrain:
"Death by phosphate!"
Hold all the service to blame
Cos heaven knows how to abstain
From the circle of hell of his age
Drunk by crosswords
Albert's father, Marcus has left his remains
To mark the occasional stain
On the carpeted halls of the brain
Broken prostate
Bastard harbour
Megolomania
