Slow and Stoned (Method of Yonash)

You're calling me late at night

Spasmodically breathing

You whisper to my tired Ear

An Unintillegible message

Slow!

Stone it!

F... it!

Don't creep like a pig!

You read me your last will

While you're sleeping

Your gabble is maybe charming me

But can't you see

You're drowning I tell you

You must go to bed

I don't know what I know

And I don't call a medicine man

I should know that you drown!