(unemotional, stern, matter-of-fact)I have here some hundred pieces of doggerel. I shall read a portion of one. See if you recognize it: In my treeless, greenless office amid the bustling mad despair, I hunger after exile from the chrome and filtered air. (to 108303715)  Well?

(can add a bit more emotion here. You're a government official and are calling out this man for being insufficient in society) You are not only a poet, but you are a very stupid one. Every electrowriter imprints the date and hour of transmission. In every case, the poems were written on your machine while you were sitting at it supposed to be doing the invaluable work of the space department. What have you to say?

108303715 (say each individual number - matter-of-fact, even cold), you insist upon imposing on this court concepts of legality as ancient as nineteen hundred sixty two. In this court, subjects are neither guilty or not guilty. They are simply productive or non productive, social or anti social. I repeat, are these charges against you: true or false? Answer one or the other.