Certain poets and certain songs are, for me, not conducive to my own writing. If I read Spenser I end up writing like a bad parody of some hopped up dude in pantaloons. Really!

And there’s a song that’s on the radio now that is sucking the ability, however much I have, right out of me. It’s not the song, it’s something about the song. I get songs stuck in my head all the time, so this isn’t just a case of earworm. This is Something Bigger. Something that’s making my poems sound like songs on Hot AC.

Fall Out Boy. Fitting name.