Resist! The urge toward self-caricature

I stifle it for once and allow you in to me, see

Bonzi–Sheeeeeeeeed chemistry to keep it clear

It’s that route between spine and neck, been overgrown

From all the lack of travel, we respect the rules around here

Still find ways to get T’d up

Still tippin’ crab shack waiters like he wasn’t eyeing your silver wares and jeweled neck

Practically platinum plated you for the analog follow-me-back

Snuck me into a Saturday-Sunday parlay instead

Explicit words bypassed the tape delay

Guess we’ll have to commit to memory that off-target two-shot

At risk of offending the audience, here’s the casting call

L: You D: Me

Shared religious tendencies obscuring projection

Confirmations, visuals, they want to see

Let’s goof around and refuse them the pleasure

Reset what I know to be lovingly, openly

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