The Gossip Getter

The grinding white noise
Was descrambled
And there came a sample
“He smells”
“She waddles”
“There’s a secret compartment
In his apartment
That holds his wife’s
Index finger in a jar”
“Have you seen the scar?”
The Gossip Getter
Began to infect his brain
He hid it under his belly
When he went on the train
And at work turned the dial again
Between his ears
There grew a globule
Containing the cruel voices
Dripping with grue
And foam his mouth
And The Gossip Getter
Hummed and heated
The spatter on the wall
Shot from his leaking nose
Asked him
What was the matter
It was all true