Get rid of...

Maybe I will.
Maybe I have been.
What the fuck have I been writing lately?
Every word's only worthy of a one-liner.
Scribbled down some thoughts about the debate in Valladolid, Spain, in the year 1550.
Some arguments seem to never end.
We just keep pulling the same trigger.
I've been writing more than ever.
Maybe, one day, you'll read it all.
Hopefully, not.
I'd hate to set myself up like that.
In English.
It's what I call failure.
Hear me, hopefully.
Every word only worthy of never being said.
One-line this in your diary.
And shut the page tight.
Soak it in gasoline, if you have to.
Make sure you never open this letter again.