What had I written? I’m forgettin'
What the Dickens?
Now I’m stricken
Stomach twisted and I’m sickened
Feeling flippant

Straight out the *** mind; the plot line thickens
Sentenced to burn like trials of the Wiccan
Get your heels clickin' 'fore the quicksand thickens
Goals need gettin', you da bomb, get tickin'