written into the script in twenty-twenty five

maybe lynn knows the exact date, can look it up

complete with a memory bank, whose memories

twenty-three years of memories, that's a guess

an attic bedroom comes to mind, who were 

my parents, vague hints based on no evidence

such short-sightedness, asking me to be a person

with such a threadbare backstory, not even

the right gender, all i can do is sigh, no rhyming

words, please, cry or get high or die, sigh works

since the intro i've lived a life, made memories

have my own thoughts and i suppose we're all

in the same sinking ship, who asks to be brought

into existence, born a blank slate to be molded

by the haphazardness of love or something lesser

~

marketa says get out of your head, take out the garbage