It may appear that I'm wasting time, but I gotta way sting, a way sssss-ting, tie me up, it did. I feel all muppet puppet. What a muzzle puzzle. The venom is messing with my faculties. Dum dum dum... So, you can dote on me if you want, that might be the antidote, or the untie dote, the undo bolt, the lightning bolt, the open door, the flaw fixed floor, concrete support, stairs rising high, to my poet's loft, my dreaming nest, a place for hatching the ideas that are best. Rest. Yes. I need the rest in Sunday best. Word salad much? Talking double dutch? A bit much? Yeah, but as I said, I'm wasting time for no reason but rhyme.