Yes Master
I am a genie locked up in a small jar.
I only get to appear
Before my master who makes it loud and clear
That I am his bizarre
Toy from a far
Who makes his life spectacular.
If he wants a jaguar
Poof! Something special from a bazaar
Poof! I will do only what he wants or it will be
Time for me to disappear.
No one said life was fair.
Check it out if you dare.
Go against the master and the very air
In the atmosphere
Will crackle as I turn back in to smoke like his
Burning cigar.
I am going back to my tiny iddy biddy living
Space in my genie jar
Until the next time when he wants something
Particular.
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