Every Thursday Cyrus would walk his hungry robot
mumbling obscenities as he waved at passersby
now and then he'd drop the leash and
ruin the evening picnics and
everyone saw him instigate and
proliferate hate
but they were all in his debt and
afraid of his metal friend and
found better things to do on the other end of town
one morning he found a reason to excuse himself
and use his wealth to saddle up his cyborgs
and become invisible
Cyrus Moody was a sonofabitch
but we were all his fools