Sandpaper Tongue/Ode to the "One Pound Plus Bar"/temp-Dad Video (MV)

Hip hop was the intention but we ended up with this
A change in perspective solves the puzzle of Phil Fish
With three unheard albums I'm heading back to the well
A sound philosophy is a loud invisibility spell
My absence from social media is purification for the soul
But my mind is still sick so the end product is null
These words lounge around like sandpaper on my tongue
Already unsteady on ladder ascend one more rung
Strain this milk with dirty cotton and amplify my cheese
Another rusty wheeze surely not a pulmonary disease
The number twenty five chuckles at my reflection
I'd never collect money from those under my protection
Their parents are a whole other bag of snack packets
I still carry the albatross through a simplified tax bracket

Scour the pantry it must be there
My heart simply can't take another cacao scare
Laid bare tablespoons upon tablespoons of carbs
Contained within a massive Belgian chocolate bar
Five hundred grams ingested without thought
With the one pound plus bar that Cassady bought
Romantically inclined when she chose to procure
Such tumultuous tummy trouble I knowingly incur
Dopamine release the chocolate tastes good!
This tastes how all food inherently should
We reached the apex this is finally f*cking it
Touring cloud nine in a fantastical chocolate blimp
A cocoa fountain springs in the desert of my mind
And chocolate artisan's medium is sublime
Only know pleasure during active consumption
Skipping on the almonds is a correct assumption

Temp dad in sandals
Temp dad is not a vandal
Temp dad holds no candle
To real dad avoid bramble
Temp dad is not the best example
Temp dad grip the handle
Temp dad it is a new day
Temp dad takes the food away
Temp dad eats too much frito-lay
Temp dad is a hypocrite yay
When you find yourself in a position of temporary fatherhood
It can be a unexpected and precarious experience
I agreed to housesit however so mine is voluntary
So my temporal existence is in a cheery sense