Sunday, May 24, 2009

Why oh Why? (Steiny version)

Why can't hate break the human spirit?
Why oh why oh why?!
'Cause man has a pretty hard head
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why, oh why, oh why oh, why?
Why, oh why, oh why?
Because because because because
Goodbye goodbye goodbye

Why can't a bird eat an elephant?
Why, oh why, oh why?
'Cause a bird isn't that hungry.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why do my people go hungry?
Why, oh why, oh why?
'Cause man's stomach could never fill his insatiable appetite.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why does an instrument make music?
Why, oh why, oh why?
Because the player plays it.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye

Why does a cow drink water?
Tell me why n why?
What else would it drink?
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why don't I just shut up?
Why, oh why, oh why?
'Cause I know this song is long, but I have to finish it to the end.
Goodby goodbye goodbye.

Why does the man take taxes?
Why, oh why, oh why?
He wants every penny before you die.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why's there no pennies for ice cream
Why, oh why, oh why?
You put all the pennies in the college fund.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why can't a rat chase a cat?
Tell me why, oh why oh why?
'Cause the last rat that took out and chased after a cat didn't come
out so good and that's why rats don't chase after cats and that's all I
know about rats and cats
Because because because.

Why ain't my grandpa my grandma?
Why, oh why, oh why?
Because then that would be weird and I'd have 9 toes.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why couldn't the wind blow backwards?
Why, oh why, oh why?
It doesn't matter where the wind blows, as long as it keeps blowing.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

*First I have to mention Woody Guthrie who wrote the original version of this song. The original is amazing and I hope this song is even 1/2 of what his is.

** I would also like to thank everybody who answered my Socratic Questions for my poem/song. The 1st person is Caitlin Mazur whose answers were the best and most important. Just Kidding. Everybody's answers were equally important to my poem/song. The rest of the people who helped me with this are: Dave Long, Kelsey Larson, Conrad Stepien, Mike Rizzo, Daniel Zaltzman, Pat Lecesse, Greg Mattson, and Joe D'Amico.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

From the Dark They've Come

"From the dark they've come,
Among obscurity they've lived,
And to the hereafter they've gone."
-From a grave in Mu├žum, Brazil

The banshees, the demons,
The ghosts, the goblins,
The shades, the shadows,
The wraiths and the zombies.

The lost souls,
Wandering, crawling, creeping,
Roaming the graveyards,
Searching for something they'll never find.

Why did these spirits,
Give up their eternities,
Forever and ever?

For you and for me,
For the past, present, and future,
For all the countless innumerable masses,
So that we do not have to walk down their tragic path.

The unsung heroes,
The terrible villains,
The unknown masses,
These are the forgotten souls,
Who stroll down the lonely road called Death.

Friday, May 15, 2009

They're Gonna Love You

They're Gonna Love You,
A heart of gold,
That will always stay,
Strength that flows,
From the heart,
To the toes,
A clean slate,
A life unfulfilled,
You're gonna knock em dead kid,
They're Gonna Love You.

*This is for Alex Nielsen. I think this is pretty good.

Sunday, May 10, 2009


From birth, one sees the light that shines on the cheeks
Evolved from the womb to achieve something great
Matured and established through the years it became
With optimism that success shall speak

Journeyed through the halls and walls of knowledge
In hope to inflate the mind with a pledge;
A promise, an oath, a chronic living conscious
That propels you to reach for the top

Alas! free from the confines of never-ending comprehension
Only to be thrown into the hell hole that awaits us all
Soon enough, you stumble to regain your posture,
Brush off your shoulder, and utter words of encouragement,
“I will be something, I will attain happiness, I will succeed!”

Finally, immersed into the reality of the business world,
You search for the ideal piece to fit into a 300 piece puzzle.
Thus, the piece is found and your profession is set with the words of success,
Soon enough, you are walking on the roads of accomplishment and achievement
And that is what the monstrosity of success brings

The road to continuous triumph is not always vacant
Obstructions and obstacles are always a present danger
They slow down the means of being successful
And at times, may even halt the production of victory

Angered by these stupid impediments
It drives you to become untamed in nature and seek for that previous state of security
Obsession with success is what has transformed your once humble mind
The boundless yearning to thirst upon bliss, sanctuary, and money-making has been entwined.

As the years roll on,
the initial brilliance soon loses its radiance and turns to darkness,
Vitality decreases and the tomb majestically creeks open
The time has passed only to bring upon a dissolution of maturity
With desperation that success shall never speak.

*Anthony Castro wanted more credit so he wrote it and I edited and mentored it. This is also my 25th Poem Anniversary so HOORAAY!!!!!!!!! Hopefully there'll be 25 more to come.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

The Price of Progress

The land of dreams,
Land of opportunity,
Created upon the ideals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Washington mutilated a defenseless cherry tree,
He did it without his father’s permission,
And with no thought to how this would hurt the land,
Or hurt his family,
But it was okay,
Just as long as he did not lie about it,
It was fine.

Maybe this is the American Dream,
The price of progress,
To pursue happiness,
By stomping on the little guy,
Or mutilating the defenseless cherry tree.

Disorganized and distracted,
Demons and dragons,
Have turned into Walmarts and McDonalds,
Chivalry is dead,
The price of progress.

In this world of limitless splurges,
And wavering markets,
Where greed is king,
And morals are thrown on the back burner,
There is the American Dream,
The American Destiny,
Manifest Destiny,
Destined to be controlled by the tides,
For all of our lives.

Friday, May 1, 2009

The Size of an Ant

Little ants,
Rushing to and fro,
A hurried tread,
A worried dread,
Life in the bubble,
Only leads to trouble.

My boot is raised,
The target is marked,
Ready to destroy,
Their home in the park.

Something stops me,
From delivering the final blow,
A final thought:
How am I different from the ants in the hill?

I like God,
Can in a whim,
Destroy a life, a family, a world,
With the selfish flick of my foot or the thoughtless brush of my hand.


Why must I do this to these lives?
These beings of flesh and life,
We are no different the ant and I,
Just 2 individuals trying to live life,
Trying to survive in our separate jungles.

God always has his boot raised,
His target marked,
Nothing stops him from delivering the final blow,
except love and compassion.

All we are are ants,
Rushing to and fro,
Always treading,
Always dreading,
Life in the bubble.

I learned the size of an ant that day,
And also the size of a human heart.

*I think this is a pretty good poem. I would like to thank everybody who answered my anthill questions. They really helped a lot. This is my 1st poem in a while so all I have to say is have fun.