Mr. Magic Genie
I’m stuck on an island
Trying to cook an animal that I just fought
Stuck on this sand land
Not wanting to be alone with my demented thoughts
Realization comes when looking through this fire
You can only have one wish
Only one truly desperate desire
Mr.Magic Genie, Would you trade me more for a kiss?
I’m pretty crazy and I guess thats on the very top of the list
You know they say the truth is usually sad
What’s sad is you thought that I had been blind
But now that I recall I remember the creativity and I’m glad
You know, It’s extremely hard to try and find
An item that you never quite had
If I'm going to survive, Im taking back my mind
Hello Mr. Magic Genie, Will you give me something I adore?
Something that I had so many years before
Something that was so violently taken away and tore
Something that had been replaced with proper things to store
Stuff that didn't matter, Like this common core
Hello Mr. Magic Genie, Will you give me back my thoughts?
I swear this isn't fair for I had fought
I swear I tried to think but I had gotten caught
Then they had invaded me and started their assault
Thank you Mr. Magic Genie, For these thoughts you must have brought
Now they are the ones, who have finally gotten caught
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