self-impeachment - 
@lukakorba // 08.09.19
i don't own no gun, and i don't sip on no liquor,
but i do blaze it up to process things quicker;
the sicker the nation gets, the quicker it forgets,
and sooner it finds itself swimming in its own regrets.
ridiculous! i'm sick of this ill regurgitation,
for self-pity is nothing but procrastination.
patience, young child; your mind is running wild.
i just cannot picture us leaving this all behind.
i'm thankful for my thoughts and am thankful for this pad,
for nothing can compare to what artistry had
done for me. ignore me, please, i insist.
blue is safe, as it never drips from a wrist;
the heart is where it starts but ends in the mind,
amid broken memories; thoughts not so kind.
years of overthinking, and months of wine drinking,
have set me straight, and now i am no longer sinking;
i'm drinking another cup of coffee as soon as i wake,
and when i need a lift, i shift my mood with a break;
a cannabis inhale and staleness gets killed.
my mind's a void, and everyday it gets filled
with theories, ideas, and things to teach me.
i just hope there doesn't come a day where they impeach me.
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