I invite, for general inspection, Kent Johnson’s foray into his own brand of wit, which he posted in the comments section. Kent shows us his tin ear, his forced rhymes, his misuse of the word redolent, and his inability to make grammatical sense in the three last lines, and then tells us that bad writing is somehow charming. Moreover, Kent gives us a peek at his own pathology in those final, fragmented lines. Of course, I think Kent should get a refund from the University of Wisconsin in Milwaukee and Bowling Green for those many creative writing classes he took, but more than that, I sincerely believe that Kent should seek out the services of a psychologist. I’m not being flip when I say this, folks,–and I say this as a long-term friend–Kent Johnson is sick and needs help. This is not at all a personal attack, this is just an observation, but as a result of my dealings with Kent over the past several days, I really believe this.