You were so bored; couldn't feel any more
Everything fell into parts
You felt cold; the work was hard
So you made something up
You invented sex-what a good idea
Though I'd thought of it first; you really gave it wheels
Think of all the people hurting in this life
Who could be healed with this thing
Taking off their clothes, getting so close
If they knew what would disappear
You invented sex; what a scary thing
Maybe it will never work; maybe it's too weird
Touching each other; dissolving all fear
How could anyone return to their work?