Oh why can’t I make a good cake?
And why did the pickle jar break?
And why are there sexy French maids?
And why do some babies have AIDS?
And why is my underwear gone?
And why are there worms on the lawn?
And why is my brain in my skull?
And why does my belly feel full?
And why aren’t there dragons and elves?
And why are there guns on the shelves?
And why don't lobotomies work?
And why do some men go berserk?
And why is my head on my neck?
And why is this planet a speck?
And why do I frequently yawn?
And why are there dewdrops at dawn?
And why is the prince on his knees?
And why does our kitten have fleas?
And why is there soup on my tongue?
And why is my youth so un-young?
And what, in the end, is a ‘why’?
And why do we bother to try
To make reasons abound in the mind
When the mind is so wrinkly and blind?
Oh, MAN—how he constantly reaches
For answers as if they were peaches
As if there’s a Truth Peach to bite
To distinguish the wrong from the right!
Oh no, there’s no peach of this kind
We’re stuck with this lump of a mind
It’s made up of neuronal buzzes
There’s ‘whys,’ but not many ‘becauses’
There’s buckets galore of self-doubt
When we pour out the buckets we shout:
OH WHY, MR. UNIVERSE? WHY?
WHY BOTHER? WHY DO IT? WHY TRY?
And the question is always in vain
We can’t exit the trap of the brain
Perception’s the leash on our thoughts
So we think we’re connecting the dots
When really there aren’t dots, but blobs
Unconnectible blobs made of sobs
Unexplainable oceans of tears
Of wars, bombings, murders and fears
Where monsters—not answers—exist
Are you getting the terrible gist?
These nightmares are going to stay
And we can’t explain nightmares away
So why can’t I make a good cake?
Because PAIN, EVIL, LOSS and HEARTBREAK
Because MEN HAVE BEEN DROWNED IN A LAKE
Because PEOPLE ARE VAPID AND FAKE
Because MANKIND HAS SO MUCH AT STAKE
And also because I can’t bake.
And also because I can’t bake.
