The Raving (Verse 8)

Then this ebony dude inducing my sad face into smiling,
Because he wasn’t joking, but a ghastly face he wore,
“Though I know that you aren’t raving,” I said, “you’re really misbehaving,
You’re upsetting me, though you seem to come from the bodega store,
Tell me why the name on your bodega bag says, “Plutonium Store”
But all the dude could say was “Nevermore”