You don’t have to explain the meaning of life
Or why the Earth revolves round the Sun.
Nor why some people use chopsticks instead of a knife
Or work never seems to be fun.
I don’t want profound answers on theology and sex
Or what happened to the new kids on the block.
If you’d only please answer something much less complex
Like where you have hidden my missing odd sock.
I have read all my Shakespeare, know Dylan Thomas by heart
I’ve religiously watched Citizen Kane sixteen times.
I’ve listened to Revolution 9 from finish to start
And researched meaning in my old nursery rhymes.
I’ve tried yoga in a toga, have meditated till I drop
Read Kaballah and the Koran just for fun.
But I still cannot master a simple fox trot
Or manage a simple home run.
You see life is a puzzle I find hard to explain,
Maybe you have the answer I seek.
I know you may think that I simply complain
But why can’t we have a six day week.
And if you go searching for the missing lost arc
Or the holy grail up high on the rock,
Please spend a short moment before it gets dark
To search for my missing odd sock.