SO HOW LONG am I supposed to sit here?
Deafened by the croaking in this place
A toad in a plastic tub of other toads
When once I had tattoos on my face.
I picked the chick up at the nightclub
And after a few drinks, we had some fun
Until I said something that upset her
And she zapped me hotter than the sun.
I thought she was growing into a giant
But it was I who shrank into a box
Which she took to this smelly pet shop
Where the owner put me behind sturdy locks.
I’m sure she’ll calm down and return
To undo this wicked spell she has created
For the croaking of the other toads is maddening
And crueller than a witch’s rage unsated. | 
