[Verse 1] Leftover stew, lid cracked wrong, mouth of the bowl keeps breathing strong. Steam like graveyard dryer sheets, green slick grins between the beets. [Pre-Chorus] Thirty seconds in—smell turns priest, pulsing hum like belly beast. [Chorus] Microwave séance—call that ghost, plastic shrine on countertop coast. If hunger’s hell, then ring the bell— let dead old dinners speak and swell. [Post-Chorus] Ah—ah—ah—don’t puke—hold—swallow. [Verse 2] Door glass fogs with names I know, office potluck, cousin Joe. Splatter map: last month’s crimes, corn-fat freckles, chili rhymes. [Pre-Chorus] Timer ticks like teeth in jars, my tongue goes numb, I taste the stars. [Break / Build] (Cupboard voice:) “Heat me, coward.” (Fridge voice:) “Sacrifice the flour.” I turn the dial; the room says “more.” The floor goes soft like pantry lore. [Drop] (Microwave sings:) “DING.” (Silence—then the rhythm slams back twice as hard.) [Verse 3] Door pops open—sour bloom, grandma’s Tupperware of doom. Something laughs in tapioca, whispers “sip me, little cobra.” [Bridge / Rap] Left hand stir, right hand pray, stomach writes my resume. “Scalded tongue—devil’s glaze, qualified for haunted days.” [Verse 4] I raise the spoon; it strings and threads, cheese like cobweb, garlic dreads. I slurp the curse—hot, wrong, bright— sweat spells circles, midnight rite. [Double Chorus] Microwave séance—call that ghost, plastic shrine on countertop coast. If hunger’s hell, then ring the bell— let dead old dinners speak and swell. Microwave séance—bite that fate, kitchen altar radiate. I sign the steam with shaking breath— bah-OW—“delicious”—flirt with death. [Tag / Outro] (PA barks:) “CLEAN THE MICROWAVE WHEN YOU’RE DONE.” I nod to no one, lick the door, lights out.
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