Frank, staring at the floor of the train

was trying to listen to the refrain

that insisted on coming from his brain

(well, the part that did remain)

Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack

Frank was thinking how to reply

to the lady beside him who had caught his eye.

Without her he knew that he would probably die.

But agree with her?  No, he would not even try.

Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack

He knew that his brain had a serious defect.

The switch from his brain to his mouth was not perfect

and would stay “on” and the mouth would then eject

and spew out  the views that he knew she would reject

Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack

So silent, Frank stared at his little train token

ignoring the woman who just had awoken

Franks horrid views that had to be spoken

from his brain to his mouth whose switch had been broken

Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack