Birth

if i didnt know any better, i'd think a lust for travesty fabricated my existence
i'd think that when i'm talking i'm really listening
and sometimes i lip-sync, like instincts - i didnt blink on purpose
but i blinked i suppose...
when i see focus, on my part, that's bogus
i know this, i notice, that no reason is mine
i can be instructed, i can't instruct - but once i struck this guy wide open
i used a toaster oven, in his kitchen - i don't know why...