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