"Mr. Gabidar Loses Track of Time"

Mr. Gabidar runs late for the train,
at night in a trench coat he leaves the store,
he stands on the platform and prays for rain.

His wife watches TV, piss down the drain,
she wonders when he’ll open the front door,
Mr. Gabidar runs late for the train.

Outside, the once-full moon begins to wane,
the sky is full of clouds about to pour,
he stands on the platform and prays for rain.

Last night, he drank until it hurt his brain,
because time was something he could ignore,
Mr. Gabidar runs late for the train.

What he loves in life is simple and plain,
the complexity of love leaves him sore,
he stands on the platform and prays for rain.

His wife, deep in sleep, saws against the grain,
little does she know how loud she can snore.
Mr. Gabidar runs late for the train,
she stands on the platform slick with slant rain.