This life is not about living paycheck to paycheck.
It is not about working to make your bills.
It used to be easier to live without breaking the bank.
My Dear Walt Whitman,
Primarily, I feel compelled, before any other written action of mine is composed, I am compelled to exceedingly compliment your blatantly-written work, Song of Myself, as one of the best I've ever had the pleasure of perusing and contemplating! Were I to travel in time to meet you, I would convey the impeccable impact your artfully-written work has had on literature even to my own day and time, in the year 2013. The book my literature class studies praises and quotes you as "the poet of both the beautiful and the plain, the body and the soul; [and says] his sexual honesty and refusal to feel ashamed of the body was a slap in the face to Victorian prudishness."
The world fades away,
revealing my memory egg,
Which is thusly shattered, as
You burst out at last,
Illuminating my entirety,