poem

 GenieMy plan if I ever got my hands on a lampWould be to ask last for three more wishes,The classic cunning ploy of the rascal,The dumb kid who doesn ’t know anythingAbout love or loyalty or friendship,Who'd say it with a conspiratorial smirk.Of course the genie wouldn't dig itA thousand years locked inside bronzeAnd some wiseass is gaming the system.The disappointed disgust on his face would Dissuade anyone from taking advantage.Probably just let him go, never see him again.It ’s another one of the gutting lessons of life:Some people will offer you the worldOr at least everything they have to give And you ’re the blind jackassCynically calculating the angle,Always holding out for more.7/11/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - July 10, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs