Genie of the Lamp

*You asked for a wish,* *I granted you three,* *Then you passed me on,* *A new master for me.* *This terrible story,* *Repeated in time,* *Is where I’m stuck in prison,* *For one single crime:* *For I am a Genie,* *Genie of the Lamp,* *Bound to serve my masters,* *Whether kings or tramps.* *I'll give you my all,* *Within reasonable demand:* *I can't make people fall in love,* *Or kill them with my own hand.* *Each wish has a cost* *One cannot foresee,* *So choose wisely,* *What you ask of me.* *Some ask for riches,* *A wish of much strife,* *For while you have gold,* *This may cost you your life.* *Your gold may be stolen,* *Or gambled away,* *You may be accused of theft,* *The very next day.* *Those who ask for youth,* *Have known to turn up,* *Looking like children,* *With minds of grown-ups.*