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The actor plucks a plastic rose Man or woman? Nobody knows The actor walks on the sea CGI divinity Thick as thieves with kings and queens They're fun to know, especially queens Bagged a role in Squid Game 4 Been so lucky so far Lashed to the mast in a yacht rock world He's not a boy, he's not a girl Lives in LA but it makes him sick None of it's worth a fiddlestick Had some husbands, wives as well Don't call him conventional Love triangles make him sick Never could do arithmetic The actor knew Bowie too Used to take Duncan to the zoo Speak in camel, speak in giraffe Duncan grunted, Bowie laughed Lashed to the mast in a yacht rock world He's not a boy, and he's not a girl Lives in LA, but it makes him sick Do do do do do do do do Celebrity Square, Holy cow The fat lady sings for the actor now Time to end his flame-free fame Time to forget his fake-ass name The actor croaked while making Tax-deductible charity donation A chatbot ghostwrote his obit All the other chatbots ghosted it Lashed to the mast in a yacht rock world He's not famous any more Lived in LA, but he loved it not None of it's worth diddlysquat Where's he now? He's in a book There on the cover, just look He got the chop from a plastic sword Give that prop an Academy Award