I AM WALT WHITMAN
I am Walt Whitman
You are an idiot.
O intellectual ingurtilations of creeds!
To such I am antiseptic.
Day 24’s NaPoWrioMo directive is to write a parody.
Parody? I don’t know… I’m feeling a bit under the weather so all I can offer today is an “in-the-spirit” post.
Perhaps things will change as the day progresses.
Meanwhile, I’ll be in my bed reading some passages from Song of Myself.
Have you reckoned a thousand acres much? Have you reckoned
the earth much?
Have you practiced so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems
PS Ingurtilations? What the heck does that mean?
Alice-Catherine 
Nice!