The Raven (Chopped and Screwed)
Once upon a midnight dreary, inebriated, weak and weary,
Over many a nug and curious strain I pull out of my drawer—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, Xannies falling on my floor.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my trap house door—
Only this and nothing more."


Pretty vaguely I remember it was in the dank December;
And each second flying, I lay toasted on the floor.
Drowning in lean is total bliss;—falling too deep in the abyss
Seeing that purple when I piss—sorrow for the lost pint I miss—
For the rare and purple maiden whom the angels name sweet Actavis—
Discontinued evermore."