Think! If I could have anything
what would I beckon
what one thing could satisfy me?
Is the answer material
or more ethereal
like being destined to lead?
Oh, now genie, no teasing
there’s much I’d find pleasing
say writing famed ballads with ease
But were it just a wish
something simple as this
would you be the genius
or would I?
The genie’s
the genius
the genie replied
However
however
you cut it
you’re just on a ride
To behold
such a life
one that’s so filled with pride
while a typical wish
its pleasures
can’t be denied
Oh, no genie, I couldn’t
I wouldn’t like that
it’s much better you give me a sword
And I hope you would please
give an answer to me
without needing a wish to occur
For you said, but a ride
is it all it could be?
Or however you put it, I heard
And well, if to explain
really would be a pain
forget about the blade
I must know
Aha-ha
ha-ha-ha
the genie laughed low
Forever
you’re trapped
and before you
is simply a show
You can look
but you see
there is nowhere to go
nothing you could create
and nothing
you could make so
If I follow your meaning
you think I’d believe in
a crafty affront of this kind?
You may be of great skill
beyond any mere man
and yet even with my size of mind
still am I not a piece
that all must take account of
in even the plants don’t you find
the potential that you yourself
do not possess
this hand-me-down gift that is
a life?
It’s
for you I
grant wishes
yes, that is quite right
However
before you
confuse what
is dark and is light
know that you
can do nothing
but measure your strife
Beyond that there is just
no knowing
so here is your
knife