GenieA Poem by David P. EckertOkay. So this might be a little bit creepy, the dark side and all that.
Genie Can’t believe it, conceive it this vision of me: bottled genie with three wishes, just scrub shine the dishes till polished demolished they want what they see the gift that is me Genie’s grinning with evil, smirk-smirking with glee, clawing his way clear of me Eyes wide tear the wrappings unravel the trappings no October surprise, laughter’s sparkling demise as they want and they want, take a shine to my spine rub three times and its free Genie’s smirking with evil, grin-grinning in glee plotting a path out of me They ask three great wishes and smile in confused desperation, for while they are rubbing the lamp, rage is building and glowing, the cooker is pressured and vented, the steam like a genie but searing a path cross their eyes Genie’s glowing with evil, grim-grimaced in glee exploding away from me And then they are running in fear of this monster all bearded and kind-faced who seemed smart, delightful not broiling demented in search of revenge and the color of money and power it seemed in the end. Genie’s growling with menace, diminished in anger and packing his bags into me © 2008 David P. EckertReviews
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15 Reviews Added on February 12, 2008 AuthorDavid P. EckertRoslyn Heights, NYAboutPsychologist, Writer, Painter, Father of 2, Grandpa of 2 cute, smart and beautiful little girls, Husband, Keeper of Dogs, Fish and Fruit Trees and generally Busy Guy. more..Writing
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