Thursday, June 25, 2009


“If, gentlemen, you’ll please consider
That what I’m holding in my clutch
Might not seem like a heavy hitter,
You would be wrong by oh so much.
For herein lies a thing obscene. He
Awaits your hest, a mighty genie
Who, when the stopper’s put aside,
Will grant three wishes.” Edified,
The men began their cutthroat bidding
Until the winner, with a smile,
Went bowing down the clapping aisle.
What happened after manumitting
The jinn would cast your peace of mind
Into the dark to be confined.

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