They rhymed off my record: two convictions for appropriation of voice, numerous counts of forcing a rhyme (and other rhymes against humanity), failure to appear moved at a poetry reading. One of them handed me a ticket. I had a mark against "pretentious, overly sentimental, trite, self-indulgent, consciously academic, confessional and greeting card verse." They told me I should put a leash on my doggerel! They were going to throw the book at me, but decided instead to cite me for having a Haiku 6 syllables above the legal limit, and for showing my dangling participle in public. They took away my poetic license for 6 months, and had the nerve to call it poetic justice! by David Clink from: His name was Gord, and he used to run with the bulls, ©2001  Published by Junction Books