Dream Genie

i was a
float and
we were on

a boat but
it was
also

like the
noteless
bobbing

bottle that
maybe con
tained

some
thing
to drink

but as luck
as the Irish
would have

it only
held and
had a wish

granter
i even
hit it

ketchup
style but
go figure

nothing
came out
but an old

genie that went
through the usual 
spiel of one wish and 

only one so 
watch what you 
wish for because my

ship mate
immediately
asked for water

to all be 
turned in
to guinness

so it was
approved
as far as i

knew it appeared
i could drink
the ocean

but realizied then
when i needed
to pee

i'd have to
fill my boat
because why

would i want
to drink a
glass of

my
own
sea
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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