AMEN!
Use your freedom of choice!..Or, whip it good. Or well, should grammar be your thing.
Daddy can’t Twitter!
The man’s a run on sentence!
Hemingway stole him away,
no shotgun for repentance.
One-forty’ s just a ladle full
his alphabetic soup,
and he ain’t happy till your fill
gags stockpot of his goop.
So though your birdy on line tweets
it’s chirpy so-and-so,
your monthly plan to gigabyte this man
will cost you murder of crow.