This is a piece inspired on Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” poem.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.
What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

Song of Myself (fragments) – Walt Whitman