Genie

I found a lamp one day and thought
Well isn’t this just dreamy?

Before I rubbed it, need I ought
To know what wishes need me?

Perhaps that car I never bought
A fancy shirt and beanie

But why a car and not the lot?
The options, growing seamy

A house or two, or maybe three
A fleet of flying jets

A wall that’s piled with degrees
That with a wish I’ll get

A pond, a lake, a sprawling sea
An island and some pets

A stack of money tall as me
So worries I’ll forget

But so I thought and wondered more
Of just what wish would please me

I theorized and added, sure
Until the list grew teeny

I spent a year – or maybe scores
Then rubbed the lamp til sheeny

Alas those years were wasted for
There’s no lamp with genie

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About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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10 Responses to Genie

  1. haha.I wished we all want.A lamp with a genie..at least your power of spinning magic with words is granted.,

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  2. Wonderfully written! 😉
    #wishtherewasaGENIE

    Liked by 1 person

  3. AdnamaMarais.wordpress.com says:

    I would ask for Wars to stop. More Sun we don’t get enough and the planet to stop being destroyed.

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