Hypnoprism - Momus

In the era of the hypnoprism

In the wake of the collapsing pound

I met an exquisite Algerian travel agent

With a horror of sound

I’m a little misunderestimated

I can measure up to nothing much

Give me half a chance I am a crippled tiger

And you are my crutch

I’ve been following a dismal gollum

Like a pierrot follows Columbine

And there’s going to be a horrid harvest

When the water turns to wine

And I love you like I love the wriggly

And you lick me like a spotted dog

You’re my velvet azure from Algeria

And we bone in the fog

Acts of love on astrakhan carpets

In the apartment of Salvador Dali

With a white imperial bastard colonist

Who looks a lot like me

I’m a little misunderestimated

I will give you back your piece of cake

I’ve only eaten one bite of it

Anyone could make the same mistake

If I give you too much information

Defriend me on the next bardo

I have a horror of communication

But I so long to know

I’ve got a spotty case of alopecia

I’ve been howling like a haunted dog

And I’ve been having sex in prison

Like a bone in the fog

I’m at home amongst your sombre reptiles

Basking in your garden lair

And I like to speak the words the tortoise uses

To outfox the hare

And there’s a scent of candlewax on pinecones

And you look a lot like Sylvia Kristel

And I’d like to call you Princess Tenderloin

Or simply Mirabelle

I’m a little misunderestimated

And I’m older now than Ezra Pound

Don’t check your wallet there’s nothing in it

I’ll see you around