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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