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"impeachable" poems
the beauty of naivety as a kid viewing the world as two-dimensional the impeachable mind of declutter so uncontaminated and guiltless it's the brain still developing it categories happiness under one umbrella can't see what it shadows underneath you will soon set your feet on the ground and you'll meet face to face with what the umbrella covers but once you do don't use the umbrella catching a cold will be a pleasure
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
being happy makes me anxious
How I've gotten under their skin They've never seen one like that This is their nightmare the stuff of wonder Didn't imagine they come like this one Head and shoulders above all impeachable and razor sharp In no way like the rest a true Prince, alright drives them gaga a nightmare quality the real deal A thorn in their pale flesh cheap weak we all know liars, playing masters He's a threat to them they can't rest now have to degrade have to destroy a prime black not bowing is enemy number one Real Leaders do not stoop low real leaders are always fair real people don't steal and lie real people are dignified real people are intelligent real people are benevolent real people are not racists real people are not cowards real people do not feel threatened by successful and decent black people real people do not try discrediting others Only racist ignorant idiots and their KKK masters devout time and energy to pulling black people down https://youtu.be/NSrP6Sr-OW4
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
Enemy Number One....
im reading a book about you a girl who lives her life helping others was buliemic for attention it turned into an addiction captivated by things they never mentioned cut for reasons she never siad and lived without regret this book i have is called handel with care impeachable timing the minuet you leave me i.pick up this story of this girl whose mannerisms match your exact making handle with care i wish you came with that warning but i broke you not knowing you could be broken im reading a book about you but it sits in my backpack im scared to flip the pages to see what happens next because everytome she cuts its your memory that rushes everytime she purges i think of you in here place and how i couldnt save you and i dont want to know what happens to this girl when i cant know what happens to you
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
Im Reading A Book
By: Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022. It’s not that he’s So easy to assail But Donald Trump needs to be Perp- walked to jail Where his thin orange skin Can suddenly turn pale And his lifestyle can suddenly Begin to fail Impeachable charges Lodged against him twice But his Republican supporters Wouldn’t roll the dice This was upon Mitch McConnel’s advice Because on the head of his party It wouldn’t look nice So twice Trump was able To dodge a bullet Cause no one had the courage To even pull it And you and i must admit Nothing about him suggests he will quit But when the Marshals arrest him He’ll have to submit Just imagine Him doing time In a six by ten cell For an assortment of crime Then life would have a reason As well as a rhyme Like it always has In the annals of time Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.
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May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 5:17 AM UTC
EASY TO ASSAIL
time is a box of fire. you can't remember the solitude of your first word but your last one is just as forgettable, it gives me pause to expand. to drum the skin of our neutered womb. it brings 'round the impeachable sun that desperately needs to set and clings to features in the landscape that have no idea who you are. time is a box of fire.... where we burn our poppies. we leap to pavilions of lost history and gorge ourselves on brevity with thick tongues fluent in stuttering. everything. Everything burns. and the sum of any choice is a beautiful girl that can't understand why your flames are frozen nor how icebergs insist you won't be missed adrift.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
Time Is A Box Of Fire
She blossoms every morning,     Though she may wither slightly though the harsh Breezes of  the daily life. She still is a flower      Of impeachable beauty. Though the day may wilt her. She is the fragrance,      That will never fade. And I will gaze upon      Her for eternity For she is my blossom    In the garden of life.
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Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
Blossoming every morning