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"Careful with the ethanol,"
Said a fume of whisper hush.
As a thundered bolt and fire ball,
Engorged the moment with a rush. 

The itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny, yellow polka-dot martini, 
Lit my bokeh mind and eyelids tender soft.
Astigmatism, couldn't see the genie,
Who puffed up in the rush and coughed. 

"Cover your mouth, you elemental,"
I sneered at the legless haunt,
Dental germs of a three-use mental rental, 
Are hardly worth the want.

The djinn floated before me, in my grace,
On the toilet which now I sat.
"What did I rub, some sort of vase,
Or were you something shat?"

You'd think this would be the very first,
Of times this thing knew of insult.
It then attempted to cast a curse,
On an adult outgrown of the occult.

"Oh, I almost forgot you were there,"
I said as it muttered its pathetic spells.
His shape depends be I, of it, aware,
So he hushed, seeing I care for else.

And then it knew, I'd rather wander;
It knew I'm on without a wish.
I'd rather sit, than squat and squander,  
And beg to smoke blown from a dish. 

The questions, now, each neither know:
Which of us, is free to go,
And who from should the bottle blow?
I say as above, so my bro.

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