Pots - Momus

You could learn lots and lots

By studying my pots

I have got a lot to teach

I am just like Bernard Leach

My pots give lots of pleasure

I’m a Living National Treasure

Your pots bring a lot of pain

Smash them all and start again

Good pots, bad pots

Pots are just like cunts and cocks

Some of them are stinky pots

Others attractive pots

See the detail on my glaze

You could stare for days and days

You could stare till kingdom come

You’d never guess the way it’s done

The honey trap, the sweet spot

Making love’s like making pots

I make pots you’d want to fuck

You make pots that bring bad luck

My pots give lots of pleasure

I’m a Living National Treasure

Your pots bring a lot of pain

Smash them all and start again

I’m not cruel, don’t feel attacked

You just haven’t got the knack

Go and blow up people’s heads

In a video game instead

Your pots make me want to boke

Take a sharpened stick and poke

Out my eyes, despite the pain

I’d never see your pots again

You could learn lots and lots

By studying my pots

But you’re too proud to admit

That your pots are really shit

My pots give lots of pleasure

I’m a Living National Treasure

Your pots bring a lot of pain

Smash them all and start again

The honey trap, the sweet spot

Making love’s like making pots

I make pots you’d want to fuck

You make pots that bring bad luck

My pots give lots of pleasure

I’m a Living National Treasure

Your pots bring a lot of pain

Smash them all and start again

You make pots with lots of flaws

That’s okay, good pots have flaws

But your pots' flaws are bad flaws

My pots' flaws are better flaws

Life is just like making pots

Some have got it, some have not

Can you ever make good pots?

Can a leopard change its spots?

You could learn lots and lots

By studying my pots

I have got a lot to teach

I am just like Bernard Leach

My pots give lots of pleasure

I’m a Living National Treasure

Your pots bring a lot of pain

Smash them all and start again