The General Electric

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    The General Electric

    Eclectic,
    Accepted,
    We are the general electric
    With eyes looked over
    And problems galore
    I opened my mouth and what I said was already expected

    Let off to live as existed, dejected
    Digestion of words that have already seemed to be collected
    No man is an island
    So I rely on the opinionated

    I am the god who forgives me
    I breathe in sin only because I let me
    No excuse for the excuse of nothing in me
    We are the shallows that sunk the boats that were too heavy
    With lust, with greed, oh the tragic agony
    I breathe in the sin that drowns me because I let me

    Let me, let me take you in with me
    Degenerate sense of nothing,
    To be responsible for my actions is blasphmey
    Oh God please don't take my baby!
    Oh God, oh God, don't take my baby!
    Pineapple skin that rots within
    I'd be ripe only if I let me

    Eclectic,
    Accepted,
    We are the general electric
    With eyes looked over
    And problems galore
    I opened my mouth and what I said was already expected

    Oh God, Oh God don't take my baby!
    By no means am I perfect

    Jesus forgives and I just live
    So in return I serve to the general electric

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    nmedina commented on The General Electric

    07-24-2009

    Catchy!!! In a way sounds like a pop hit on the charts.......You are only what you let yourself be. I get it.....

    Laubster commented on The General Electric

    07-24-2009

    Very interesting, yet strange... I can definitely see your point of view.

    BooTz commented on The General Electric

    07-24-2009

    very interestin poem. i can see ur point of view...but also u have to take da bad w/da good

    satch commented on The General Electric

    07-24-2009

    Its way over my head to explain the jist of this poem as I am country from way back' I lioke the flow but I cant grade what I dont understand but give an 8 for your effort

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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