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By the way, this is free verse, humorous--I posted it quickly and forgot to put in the type of poem it is, not that it matters... 
 
Muzak 
Muzak, 
played in some stores, banks, 
and lobbies, 
takes popular music 
that is sometimes tolerable, 
sometimes even wonderful, 
And dilutes it 
and misshapes it 
into something akin 
to algae-choked, rot-stenched, 
stagnant water; 
Designed to offend no one, 
it severely offends 
and insults 
the selective ears 
of musicians-- 
even the very instruments 
forced to produce it; 
It turns the stomach 
and strains the sensibilities 
of art and passion 
and is, 
in short, 
the tortures of Hell 
to the true musician.