- Category: The Geometric Lover
- Written by Jim Dee
Because your hair is thousands of locks
Just like fancy brown question marks.
And I think your head wants to know
Who's outside the door knocking,
So you'll get out of bed in your dream
And look through the fish-eye peephole
Into a scary foyer because no one is there
Except maybe a spirit that looks like
Bright bars of light from the hall windows.
This is the light that you need to separate,
You need a good prism, that's all:
Take one of your eyes, hang it in the light
And magic will happen:
Everything is not so warped as peepholes,
You'll see, and your hair will straighten
Into long, long exclamation points!