Dicaroni For Dinner

Yeah… post-grunge era, throat full of static

She said “what’s for dinner?”

I said “you already know the packet”

She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din

Heavy cream sauce, yeah she lick the rim-rim

Macaroni elbows but the meat stay gristle

Swallowin’ pride with a side of dismissal

Big bowl dickaroni, she don’t need no sides

Got that cream drippin’ down both sides of her eyes

She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din

That’s main course, dessert, and her fuckin’ religion

Pasta water salty like the tears she won’t cry

Boil the pipe dream till the starch make it lie

She twirl it on fork like “boy you know I’m starved”

Then deep throat the colander, leave the kitchen scarred

Parmesan rain, she catch it with her tongue

Say grace on her knees where the linoleum’s rung

Noodles limp, but the protein stay rigid

She call it carb-loading for when she get wicked

She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din

Extra thicc sauce, call that shit sin-bin

Elbows hittin’ tonsils like a breakdown riff

She slurp to the beat while the neighbors get miffed

Big bowl dickaroni, plate lookin’ biblical

She finish with a burp and a middle finger visual

She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din

That’s dinner, devotion, and original sin

Rust belt appetite, she don’t do light meals

Devour the whole value pack, no appeals

Got that post-hardcore hunger, all distortion and need

Turn a Hot Pocket night to a religious deed

She gargle the alphabet soup but skip every vowel

Just consonants and cream till the stomach start to howl

Call her chef’s special, call her five-star felon

Call her whatever you want, she still eatin’ my Kelloggs

Yeah… she licked the bowl clean like a last rite prayer

Left nothin’ but steam and a fuck-you stare

Said “that hit the spot” with mascara rivers

Then asked for seconds while I’m still shakin’ shivers

She ate a whole pot a dickaroni for din-din

Left the kitchen reekin’ like original sin

Big bowl, no regrets, no safe word, no filter

Just a full belly and a heart full of winter

She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din

Now the whole block know what that girl been within

Big bowl… dickaroni… din-din

Fade out on the moan and the feedback begin

…she still hungry tho

Night-night.