The Raving, verse 14

As I struggled to make a point, I sniffed the smoke of some huge joint
Echoes of “You bogartin’!” haunted the hallways of this floor.
“Junkie,” I said, “your pusher gave you—crazy pills that will not save you
An brief escape—escape and high, and now you think there’ll be a war;
Let me get you a cold brewski, and  forget this stupid war!”
Scary dude said “Nevermore.”