The Toll of Self-loathing & its Down in the Dumps Sidekick

I don’t know who let the built-in heckler & doom doodler in / inside the gummy gate as opposed to hollering on the shoulder-padded bay / They’re clad in corrosive chatter / the heckler keeps hacking away & stomping its crow’s feet / Meanwhile the doom doodler crams claustrophobic calamities into its tight-lipped mutterings / I’m plugging my ears with music to drown them out / but they’ve muzzled the gushing water into a sprinkler.