Revenge of the Caustic Gabber!

[Donald Q.]

I don't want to talk about the
90's. I wish I had told you
that you have a stupid goopy voice.
 
Now it surges under the doorframe
whilst I am trying to sleep. I 
wish I had shut you up, because
I writhe on my pillow, haunted 
by your gunky chattering. The 
best comparison I can make:
your turgid speech is Monster Blood
from Goosebumps, an outward novelty
come to life! Swelling and spreading, 
seeming impossibly solid,
inducing hunger and anger,
morphing the size of all it touches.
Like me now; horizontal 
and so hugely irritated.
 
Like me, followed to bed by the burbling horror 
of your words, the insipid acidid mouth slime.
This echoing aural battering! The oozing 
murmur, insistent, always! Bolt upright, sweating 
at my mirror, bellowing at my reflection,
pumping my hands over my ears, trying to 
drown you. My thyroid gland is throbbing in the noise;
It's beginning to brew a solution for you...