smelly overalls
stained fingers
wrecked guitar picks
messy hair
my dear mac and cheese demarco
actin like you don’t really care
oozing all over my bedroom
dripping melting down my sweater
holy cheese like your personality
but at least your music’s better
gap tooth goofy
raunchy ranch boy
dipping celery sticks in dreams
you’ve got smelly blue cheese crack up jokes
and warm brie harmonies
fill my ears and fill my belly
music soft like comfort food
fill the space up in my bedroom bathroom kitchen
cooking up somethin good
turn the pot on to high heat
plop the butter in the pan
shake your macaroni noodle
cause tonight you know we’re groovin to my fave macaroni man
—Mar Khorkhordina, third-year political science.
