As far as creativity goes, I might be using a little bit of someone else's music.
by Francine DuBois

What happens to a song sampled?

Does it stick out
like rap on an AM radio?
Or ferment like grapes under pressure--
And then whine with delight?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet top 40 hit?

Maybe it just sags
like an old woman's breasts.

Or does it explode?

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