Oh dear
It happened again
I opened a beer
I got onto the drunkards' train
Oh, dear,
Don't you worry
I'm going to hurry
I'll be home before midnight (I swear)
Oh dear
The driver is drunk
but so am I
So I don't really give a damn
Who's that
In the hood,
Holding the scythe...
Could he be the answer to my prayers?
Oh my,
Was that a crash?
I don't know...
Why am I surrounded by flames...
Oh, dear,
I can't be with you anymore
I didn't keep my promise
I wasn't home by midnight...
Oh, dear,
I have only one question unanswered:
Is now a good time to tell you I'm cheating on you?
YOU ARE READING
The Drunkards' Train
Poetry"Hey, you! Yes, you! Don't tell my wife I got drunk. Ignore the fact that the driver is stoned, and that it is it he rush hour. Just tell her I'm fine, and I'll be home for dinner. What you won't tell her? I guess I'll just have to tell her myself...
