McGrath:

Sogs, of course, are songs that are too weakly written to send out -- they are verses in need of Viagra, saggy ballads and curdled carols, fetid feelings, curled-up couplets, stanzas without standing, flaccid folksongs, limp rhymes in need of starch, deflated scansion, indifferently passioned and unworthy to poke into the steamy hot, waiting, hungering, eerie canal of the World.

Sogs, indeed.

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