They attack the comma, cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox ..

No one can stack up to the hilarity and poetry of Vaclav the Don Dadda, aka V-Clavicle, aka V the Don, aka V-Diddy, aka V the G, the hip-hop genius and men's clothing message board extraordinaire, man of mystery and humor that many emulate but few if any can top, the Comma Commander, the Comma Crash 'n Basher, the Comma Crack Dealer -- he'll battle anyone and make short work of his competition like B. Rabbit in 8 Mile...V. Rabbit?  Here comes Vaclav the G in bespoke pinstripe suit and Incontinence pants shell toes, iced out AP watch and "BB" (Buff's Bastards) diamond-encrusted pendant, fresh from Jacob "the Jewler" Arabo -- slaying all in his path with his wit.  V-Robot, we salute you.  There is none like you and all real G's recognize the originator of the Comma style.  Pimp pimp...hooray.

As I always say - Read the punctuation. The words are only words.

I am not, I.

Yesterday my, cezve exploded when I , went for the front door as, I heard a knocking. There, I found a note was sipped under, saying : "your tweed is ticking and it's too late to scratch.  this time the rash is lateral." So tonight, with a stuffed, LL duffle I am, departing under the cover of, halibutbone velour on, a Grayhound . I will report next from, 1 of Horace's, safe houses (perhaps, a Cape Cod ) .

I like the posing, not the, imposing.