She Was Crazy, He Was Mad

[daylight_darknight]

She was crazy, he was mad, together they danced
He believed her to be the Queen of Sheba
She was convinced that he was a prince
And they were dancing together in the wind and the weather
She was crazy, he was stark staring mad


Look here, said the fellow with the gray flannel skin
And planted on his bald head: Keep off the grass
It's absolutely clear that you can't dance here
'Cos you haven't got a license, your credentials won't pass
And according to subsection A of paragraph Z
You're defaulting on your payments for the upkeep of the dead.

Look here, said the man with the two glass eyes
And plastered on his wall face: Vote for me
It's absolutely clear that you can't dance here
'Cos you're clogging up the drains of our democracy
The machine is geared for action, the direction's straight ahead
And you ought to be at work producing poppies for the dead.

So they turned on the search lights and switched off the sun
And they built white walls 'round the dancing pair
Now from everywhere people come and stare
At the man and the woman who are dancing there
And the profit from the peepshow, the authorities said
Will be spent on reproducing plastic popeyes for the dead.


-Leon Rosselson