I walked along the beach
my dreams just out of reach.
saw a little blue man
head in his hands.
“Hey genie, will you help me?
mean to sound greedy
hasn’t played very fair
am just looking for my share.
I’m asking you, little blue man,
me out anyway that you can.”
at me with tears down his face
“I’m sorry, I’m a genie without a vase.
ago, I turned down an evil road,
sorry but guilt is a heavy load.
I’ve lost most of my magic power
life is draining this very hour.
have one wish left in me
give you this last opportunity
I’ve changed and gone softer
extend to you my very last offer:
you can be totally cool
all and considered a jewel
can make you wicked smart
wisdom you can impart.
choose most carefully
also might want to hurry.
is fading pretty darn fast.
is draining and will not last.”
sure hate making a choice
to let others have my voice.
my one and only chance
a real smarty pants.
I’ll say it right out loud.
never belonged to the cool crowd.
it feel to have a warm embrace
coming to the dance and showing my face?
I want to be the life of the party
I want to be the local smarty?
and thought and thought some more
I decided what to vote for.
I looked at the little blue man and said.
I finished he dropped over dead.
because I just had to stall
I didn’t get my wish after all.
me ask for your suggestion –
you have answered this particular question?
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