Mom made my sex. She knitted it with her hands. Sex-making is. A family tradition. Going back to the caveman days. They were walking around in a haze. Until they figured it out. And they said. "Gosh dang this is great!". But now I'm like a prehistoric screwball. Walking 'round with no sex at all I said. Where's my sex?. I thought it was here. Under the bench. But it isn't there. I've got no idea where it disappeared to. I'm running late I can't be late. I can't go out without my sex. It's cold outside if my toes get wet. And people will think that I'm an alien. Just cruising in to make a friend. Meg likes to hide it. She says that it gives her a kick. It may be under the rug. Or stuck in a shoe closet. Or tumbling round in the washing machine. She's always trying to get me clean. She adds detergent and Bounce to eliminate static cling. It's gonna be another hour or more. Till I am ready to walk out the door I said. Where's my sex?. I thought it was here. Under the bench. But it isn't there. I've got no idea where it disappeared to. I'm running late I can't be late. I can't go out without my sex. It's cold outside if my toes get wet. And people will think that I'm an alien. Just cruising in to make a friend. People can you hear me talking. I know you all are happy rawking. Could you lend me a dime... pretty please?. Brother sister got time? I got no--. Sex on my feet. Sex in my drawer. Sex in my shoes. Or sex on the floor I said. Where's my sex?. I thought it was here. Under the bench. But it isn't there. I've got no idea where it disappeared to. I'm running late I can't be late. I can't go out without my sex. It's cold outside if my toes get wet. And people will think that I'm an alien. Just cruising in to make a friend