Completely nuts    she is crazy and she looks at me    as if she never saw me before    no place for me in her dewy asteroid    it's the season of the witch    she lies down under trees    a sudden death or still living on?    she lives around here    but I never saw that face before       she's stripped of pride    she won't walk she can only roll    she is been like that for five weeks    every day I laugh my head off    so I won't have to cry       she talks to rainbows    in her own strange ways    there's no life beside her    she's an orange nowadays       always first in line in the modern world    where good taste is bad    and bad taste becomes good       I want to conquer it all       the danger trying to touch her    better not say a word    she has a mouth like a machine gun       she's not bathing anymore    letting go of all her dirt    is this the smell of the future?