Sandpaper Tongue/Ode to the "One Pound Plus Bar"/temp-Dad

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 fucking 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