I noticed my toilet paper has poems written on it. As a writer, can you get a more severe critique than that? I wonder if sorbent hired someone to write the poems or just bought the poems off a struggling artist. Because if you knew where your poems were going to be published, you'd probably think twice. "Is it going to be published in a Poetry Compendium for students in the HSC? Oh, people are going to be wiping their arses on it. Well, either way, I get paid, right?" I reckon on the hierarchy of professional writers, the guy who writes poems for toilet paper ranks just below the guy who writes greeting cards. But above the web-diarist for the Sydney Morning Herald.