It Ain't Hemingway

I’m tearing it open I’m ripping it up, I’m throwing it out, I’m shredding what’s left. I’m standing above it, I’m staring down, I’m stepping over, I barrel through. I’m pounding it out, I’m shaking it hard, I’m mixing it up, I’m throwing it out. I’m kickin’ it far, I pummel it down, I’m grinding it in, and I’m walking away.

–CT