the true crime podcaster
He creeps around in murky shadows,
A ghost passing underneath the tape,
Yellow and flapping in the wind,
A warning, stay away from here.
But clues are waiting over there
On the other side, calling out,
The knowledge that the story there
Will pull in listeners eager for
The scoop, the juicy details. Blood
That drips from murder weapons will
Be just the missing piece to bring him fame
As his southern drawl reels out
Across the radio waves.